Episode 19

“Why are you here?” She spoke after a miserable few minutes of silence, she had found a band to tie her hair into a loose bun. She remained by the counter while he modeled, sexily, behind the couch, his hands on its headrest.

“I need to talk to you.” He spoke smoothly, no trace of what had occurred almost twenty minutes ago in his voice. He was almost too calm for the fury he drove in her.

“Talk? You needed to talk?” She threw her hands up then down, “oh yeah you need to talk, so why not barge into my home and be a dick. It’s almost like every time I’m around you I end up with one problem or the other.” Her voice was borderline cynical, “is there a reason you could not call? Or just find a way to let me know you were coming to ruin my peaceful fucking life again!”

He shoved his weight from the couch, in the quickest strides, he crossed to stand in front of her, a short, habitual distance between them. She could smell the temper that sparked from his eyes, she’d never seen green on fi