"After my parents were killed I got moved from foster home to foster home, eleven in total over a period of five years. When I turned eighteen I could access a trust fund my parents had set up for me so I bought my apartment. Since then I've only really ever been able to rely on me. Even growing up in school no one really talked to me and the closet I ever got to a real relationship with a guy was when I socialized with his son, Sean. Never worried me much," he nodded as he stood.
"I can sympathize. Moving from foster home to foster home takes its toll. For me it was 37. Since I don't know much about my family or at least didn't then I couldn't miss them much. For you I can only imagine what it must have been like," she pursed her lips and her eyes blinked a couple of times.
"Thanks, it is nice to talk to someone about it. Especially to someone who understands," she smiled and looked up at him. His eyes were a beautiful pale blue which she found herself staring into for a long time. He stared back into her eyes. They were a soft but bright blue and quite wide, thick and long eyelashes covered the top of them. Her lips were slightly parted giving her a small pout. He bent down towards her. The only light in the room came from the lights he had turned on once the natural sunlight had left the room. She raised her head slightly more until there was a minute amount between them. He moved another inch and their lips touched. She was slightly surprised but her lips responded. His lips were warm against hers and his arm went around her waist as he lifted her up off the couch. Her arms clasped together behind his head, over his shoulders. He pulled her hair loose from the hair tie that bound it back. It cascaded down her back and she shook her head slightly. He pulled his head back and looked at her face. With a sigh he raised the side of his hand against the side of her cheek. With a smile she tipped her head sideways. He put his hand on the back of her neck as she closed her eyes. She opened them once more and they just stood there looking at each other. He smiled and she folded into his arms. "Thank you," she said.
"We will catch him," he said as he stroked her hair. She nodded against the soft fabric of his shirt. He pulled her out from her chest. "Get some rest, you never know what the day may bring tomorrow," he kissed her on the forehead.
"Does this mean I can keep the couch?" he laughed as she said that.
"No, if anything it decreases your chances," she laughed as well.
"Worth a shot," she smiled and walked away. He stared after her as she climbed into the bed. He picked the blanket up that had fallen onto the floor and pulled it over him. He chuckled to himself as he looked over at her once more. She rolled to one side, facing away from the door. Just as he began to turn out all the lights she yelled out to him. "You sure you don't want the bed?" he yelled out back to her.
"Goodnight," he said as the last light went out and he lay down on the couch. He rolled over once and then settled.