AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD: DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET FRANCHISE!
Me: Sorry this is much shorter than most of my other chapters!
Chapter Nine: Troubling Issues,
Upon hearing the simple word, he completed the distance between their lips, catching her almost slightly off-guard. Still, she leaned into the kiss, accepting what she had been waiting for for nearly a full year herself. He grabbed her closer to him, the drive within him strengthening from not feeling the touch of a woman in so long. He ran her fingers through her soft brunette curls, releasing them from their pins, sending them cascading down her back. Still, for an odd reason or another that he nor she could not place, something was not quite right in this. He pulled back from the kiss, his hands still holding her waist, and stared into her eyes, sending the message that something felt wrong about it all.
Her eyes glinted with disappointment for a moment, but was replaced with confusion. She cocked her head and stared at him, noticing his arms still holding her tenderly at the waist. He simply picked her up, sat her down next to him, stood, and left the room without another word to her. She couldn't quite figure out what to make of this in the slightest. Yet, her confusion could not hold back the tears that crept into the corners of her eyes from rolling softly down her cheeks and to the floor below. She hugged her knees tightly and huddled herself together, hiding her face with her loose curls, some loose strands sticking to the tears on her face.
He walked out of the shop and into his room above, contemplating what had just happened. What he had said was true, yes. He was lonely, he did miss women, but there was one problem. There was a reason he had sworn off any and all love. His revenge against society must come first. Still, there was another issue tearing at his heart, why could he not stop thinking of her body, and more importantly, her company as a person?