Love is not a Sin

Chapter 4 - A dinner ends in blood and fear

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Beware: mention of blood and violence, mention of horror, death

Hello and here's Part 4!

Now the real story will start. Oh, did you think it would be just about the Reader and William Ransome, falling in love?

No, no, no. Sorry to disappoint you ;) But it won't be thaaat easy ^.^

Nonetheless I hope you will enjoy it.

Please don't forget to like and/or comment ^.^ and it'll be also on Wattpad ^^

[Y/EC] = Your eye colour_ _ _

Will POV

Will followed [Y/N] up the stairs. Although he was of course a well-behaved man, he couldn't help but keep glancing at her pretty "backside".
It was also unfair—after all – that the object of his desire was only inches from his face, swaying seductively with every step.

Once at the top, she opened the connecting door and let him in.
"Welcome to my humble home, Reverend."

"Will.", he corrected her immediately and she looked at him with wide eyes.
He smiled forgivingly and shrugged. "Today I didn't come with a collar, nor as a Father. I came because you invited me, [Y/N]."

She seemed to regain her composure and finally nodded. "That's correct. Then it really would be inappropriate to keep calling you Reverend... But... Isn't that first name... too personal?"

Will took a step closer and would have liked to reach out for her, but he didn't. With her he had to take it slow.
"Are you uncomfortable with my first name?"

She swallowed and her cheeks turned red. "N-No. I... I'll quickly put the flowers in a vase."
[Y/N] ducked into the kitchen and Will watched after her. After a few moments she came back and had placed his flowers in a clear glass vase.

"Come on." She smiled and led the way into the living room.

Will looked around and took it all in. He'd tried to imagine how his favorite reporter lived - and he was right about some things - but others surprised him.
She had many books. He had also seen some in the corridor. That was good. He loved talking about books... She also owned a normal-size TV - unlike many others where the TV had reached cinema status.
Her furniture was colorful, yet consistent with the rest of the interior. She had pictures of landscapes on the walls - much like him. But hers were from foreign countries. They weren't from here... And no pictures of family... or friends...

"A penny for your thoughts?" she asked with a smile, and he had to smile too. He also thought about the interview yesterday.

"You have a nice apartment, [Y/N]. More colorful than I first thought, but I'm pleased that I was right in my assumption that you're a well-read journalist." As if to emphasize this, he stood in front of one of the bookshelves. There were of course the classics. But also, political writings and biographies. Even the Dalai Lama's.

"I'm not a Buddhist."

"How-?" Will turned, confused, to his hostess, who was now standing right next to him and handed him a glass of wine, which he accepted with a nod of thanks.

"You leaned forward so interested. And I hardly think you would have done that because of Karl Marx. So just remained – to stay on an equal footing – the Dalai Lama."

He smiled and, like yesterday, bowed his head in admiration.
"Very well put together, Miss Marple."

She grinned and sipped at her glass. "I'm more of a Wallander fan, but hey, no offense."