I carried the groceries all the way to the elevator, where I pushed the button to my floor. I hummed a small song as I rode the elevator. Once the doors opened I changed songs to something that I heard on the radio the other day. As I unlocked the door, I knew something was off. I walked into the living room finding that the lights were on, when I distinctly remember turning them off before I left this afternoon.
I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket, and palmed my switchblade, flipping it open. I walked around quietly, taking off my shoes, and leaving my socks on.
I gently placed the groceries beside my shoes, and took a deep breathe. Trying to get into the correct mindset. I walked down the hall, till I was outside my studio, where a second light was turned on I pushed the door open, knife at the ready to strike the intruder, but he easily grabbed my wrist.
"Woah, careful there." Thomas said lowering my arms and taking the knife from me. I was still shocked that he was here.
"So much for being a little angel. Were you planning on hurting someone with this?" He asked looking grim. Well yes, but I wasn't about to say that.
"I-I don't know! With all th-this talk about k-killers on the loose, I let my mind get the better of me, and wander to s-survival mode." I stuttered. My face flushed once I realized I was in Thomas' arms pressed against his bare, warm chest.
I pushed him away, and he gave me a hurt look. What would grandmother say? We aren't even dating, and he has already kissed… my forehead. What is happening to me?
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked a little nervous.
"I'm going to start living here, as of today." Thomas said looking a little confused. I realized for the first time since I came in, that his hair was wet.
"I actually meant in my studio… UH… Thomas, did you… uh… did you shower?" I asked not really caring if he did or did not, I was more worried about having him snooping through my art. I never really thought about the consequences of having the FBI investigator living with me.
"Yeah, I hoped you wouldn't mind." His eyebrows scrunched together.
"I… um.. I don't. I just wish I had.. Um.. known so I could clean up a bit, and have dinner for two ready." I answered, looking around embarrassed.
"I already ate. You aren't hiding anything from me are you?" Thomas questioned giving me a suspicious look.
"Thomas McCallister, please don't psychoanalyze me." I said becoming very serious. We stood staring each other down for awhile.
"Um.. if you will excuse me… uh.. I must go make dinner, even if you've eaten or not." I muttered, leaving the room. My only wish, was that he hadn't found my box.