"How was your day?" You ask as your boyfriend puts his stuff on the counter.
"It was good." He replies coming around the counter to see what you were cooking.
"Brownies? You're spoiling me, love."
"Of course." You pop the pan into the oven before you grab the bowl which still had excess batter on it. "I am curious though."
"About what?" He wraps his hands around your waist.
"Was he a screamer?" You ask, curiously.
"Wha-"
You turn around placing a finger on his lips.
"Shh." You say. "I've got you all figured out. You don't have to hide your hobbies from me y'know."
"How did yo-"
"You always have bloodstains on your shirts when you come home."
You scoop your finger into the bowl. You suck the batter of your finger, before continuing.
"Also you write about your kills on your diary."
He sighs. "How long have you known?"
"A couple of months." You shrug. "So was he? A screamer I mean?"
"He was. But I must say l prefer your screams
more." He winks.
"Do you?" You wiggle your eyebrows playfully.
"I do." His hands wraps around your neck. "But I think I need to refresh my memory. So how about we take this to our room."
