"So…you know this isn't a permanent thing, right?"
Tate watched Lydia as she spread out heavy blankets on the wood floor of the barren master bedroom. "You can't stay once the new people move in."
"That's okay, Tate." She looked upon the nest she had made for herself and smiled, crossing her arms in satisfaction. "I'm no stranger to moving around."
"Really?" He asked, moving in closer and feigning innocent curiosity. "Where've you been?"
She shot him a knowing glance over her shoulder. "Around." She offered a coy grin before sliding her track jacket down her arms and letting it drop to the floor. "Don't think I'm giving up that easy."
He laughed and shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. "Don't disappoint me."
"I won't. Just like I know you won't disappoint me, right?"
He watched her move, still distant even in such close proximity. Long, slender limbs of porcelain extended in graceful, fluid motions, bent at a tiny waist and reaching for an overstuffed duffle bag.
She looked and moved like a dancer; thin, long, delicate but by no means fragile. He could see the surprising toned muscle stretch with her arms from her yellow t-shirt that hung loose around her shoulders, strong but subdued.
He'd noticed the pace and flow of her movement some time ago, watching her walk by and taunt him every night. Yet here she stood before him, this strange creature who just decided she could stay here with him. He didn't even have to ask. He didn't even know her name.
Of course, maybe it was better she didn't know anything about him. He'd have underestimated her if she would stay after finding out who he is.
He wondered…
No. He wouldn't. Besides, he really wouldn't want to disappoint her. Not while he could still have some fun.
But still, he really couldn't help but stare.
He'd never seen her quite so close before. Her face was wide and pale, angular, framed by straight across fringe, long pieces falling long and wispy against sharp cheekbones, short and shaggy in the back.
But he already knew what her hair looked like.
It was her face that fixed him there, staring, wide eyes attempting to swallow her whole.
A pixie nose and full, pink lips set with dark eyes, outlined in heavy liner, thick lashes curving high under thick, arched brows.
He thought that he may even try to have some fun with all of that too.