| |
“I told you I wasn’t leaving Fi.” I murmur looking into her eyes.
The look she gave me earlier had my balls tightening up in my pants. I swear the woman is a witch. No other has ever captured my attention like she has.
“Well if you are staying, I guess we will eat some leftovers and watch a movie.” She walks away leaving me to follow her. Which I do of course. I will follow her to the ends of the Earth; she just doesn’t know it yet.
I watch as she locks the back door before we head up the stairs to her apartment. I really do try to not watch her ass as she walks in front of me but I can’t seem to help myself where she is concerned.
When she stops to unlock the door, I crowd close to her back and its pure torture feeling her ass so close to my cock even with clothes on. I know that I affect her just as much as she affects me if her breathing is any indication.
Light spills out of her apartment door when she finally gets it opened and that is when we notice the box sitting to the right of the door outside. Her back stiffens when she notices it.
“Just go inside Fi. I’ll look it over first.” I murmur as I lean down to look at it carefully before touching it.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t argue which is so unlike her but she’s probably tired. I can hear her in the kitchen as she starts opening up the fridge. Taking my knife from my boot, I flip it open, slicing the tape that is holding the box closed.
Inside there is a picture. Only this one is not just of Fiona. In this picture I’m standing next to her looking off into the crowd as she looks up at me with a thoughtful expression. They took a black sharpie trying to scratch out my image and wrote MINE in bold letters all around her.
“So another one then?” Fiona asks as I walk in shutting the door. She walks over, taking the box from me and looking inside.
“Who the hell could be doing this?” She whispers as if to herself. Shaking her head, she drops it back into the box before grabbing a bowl of popcorn.
“Thought you were going to eat some real food instead of junk? And where are you going?” I ask, watching her walk down the hall.
“My bedroom is the only room with a TV if you haven’t noticed. So if you are going to watch a movie with me, it’ll have to be in there. And popcorn is real food.” She smiles before disappearing into the bedroom on the left.
Watch a movie with her in her bedroom? Where there happens to be a bed? Oh fuck me. I think to myself then Yes Please.