The definitely not dull me

The next day

The dog's breath was foul. Stinking of the dinner he had made. Sure the dinner was good but the smell on the dog was gross. It isn't called dogs breath for nothing. A sore reminder of everything that had happened last night. And everything that is to come today, tomorrow, next week and hell probably the next year.

"Sorry," I muttered as the dog stirred in his sleep. Obviously not unaware of the fact I was staring at him. "I'm just nervous." He nodded, his shaggy hair shaking up and down. It was ok. As long as I had the dog.

"Grace?"

He had woken. He had risen. He was aware.

The door creaked open and his head appeared. Wow. He looked perfect. His hollow eyes were full of life. His hair slightly messy. All the sorrow and anger gone. Not a trace of the sleepless nights that were expected to show around his eyes. This was the 'source of the constant clicking' I knew. The one I love.

"yes?" I hinted no smile, no happiness for the appearance of him today. Not an ounce of encouragement. No matter how attractive he looked right now I would not cave.

"Can we talk?" He looked towards the dog and then back at me, "alone."

Shudders were sent down my spine at the thought.

"Yes."

He stepped back into the hallway and I followed suit. He smiled. It wasn't a forced smile but a genuine one. One that looked actually happy with me. Weird.

Closing the door to the dogs quarter I faced him. But my head was turned to the ground and my eyes averted. I briefly looked up to his face because we had been standing in the hallway in utter silence for five minutes now and it was beginning to get uncomfortable.

And that's when he kissed me.