I look up at him, his green eyes hungry with lust, blood clinging to his shirt.
"I don't think you understand Kate." He takes a step closer to me and grabs my chin softly.
"I would do anything you ask me to." I would almost be touched if I didn't k...
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"You're such a dick!" I laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn at Daniel. I had invited him over for a movie day so now we're sitting, well, he's sitting on my couch and I'm laying down with my feet on his lap. He said he doesn't mind though, he apparently likes my fuzzy pink socks and has now added a pair to his Amazon cart.
He gasps dramatically and holds his hand to his heart. "I was joking, I've seen Barry Potter loads of times."
"It's Harry Potter."
"I said that."
"You said Barry Potter. Barry as in Barry Allen. It's Harry Potter not Barry Potter." I try not to laugh at the look on his face, but it's really hard for me to keep a poker face.
"Who's Barry Allen?" He turns his head to the side in question.
"Barry Allen? Fastest man alive? Do you even watch tv?"
"I have an extremely busy life, I don't have time for all that." He waves his hand.
"Oh really? You seem to have all the time in the world while you're following me around all day." I joke.
He rolls his eyes at this and does a double take at my kitchen. I follow where his eyes are settled and find them locked on the vase of roses on my counter.
I'd hoped he wouldn't notice the fucked up state of those roses that I desperately tried to nicely put back in the vase after my panic attack.
"Oh... those. There was an incident, they fell... out of the vase, I accidentally knocked them over. I tried to make them look pretty again but..." I trailed off and looked back down at my healed finger.
"Well, I'll just have to get you new ones then, won't I?" I look up to see him smiling softly at me and I smile back.
"I have a weird question." I hesitate asking, afraid of looking crazy, but he nods at me to continue. "When you gave me those roses, did they have thorns on them?"
His eyes darken from my question, now holding an unfamiliar emotion. "No."
I let out a nervous laugh before speaking again. "Oh, you must have thought I was crazy then when I told you that I got pricked my a thorn from the roses you gave me, sorry about that."
His expression was still extremely hard to read. "You didn't tell me that."
Now I'm confused. How bad was I getting? Am I actually losing my mind? I feel my heart get heavy and painful and I've had enough panic attacks to realize when I'm going to have one again.
