Murderized (Cody H.)

Nightmare Part II

You noticed he was wearing his pajamas and you couldn't stop but taking a good look at his body while you two sat there in silence.
He was wearing dark sweatpants and a loose white muscle tee, his usual outfit for when he was around the apartment ever since he'd moved in. This had happened a couple of months prior to that night.
The two of you had hit it off right away; him being the seventh person you'd interviewed for the very important role of being your roommate, and you knew instantly that you two would get along, only to be proved afterwards that, as usual, your gut was right.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he was probably one of the best-looking men you'd seen in your life, with his beautiful green eyes that only popped more thanks to the pitch black color of his hair and lips so pink that you caught yourself staring at them more than once. Neither were his beautiful tattoos or enchanting voice that he'd shown off around the first ten minutes of meeting you, when he'd told you he was trying to make it in the music business; but it was more of the fact that he was the sweetest guy that you'd ever come across.
He was an only child so his entire life he'd seek the friendship and approval of others, which had only caused him to be this charming guy who could win your heart as soon as you let him in. He talked about his parents and his friends, and music with sparkles in his eyes, so passionately that you couldn't do anything but sit in silence and let him speak, getting lost in his words and wondering if someone would ever talk about you that way.
It all started greatly when he woke you up the morning after moving in with coffee the way you liked it, which he'd make sure to ask the day before, and some burnt pancakes that he'd tried to make for you. It continued when he left notes around the house with positive messages to make you feel better when you told him you were feeling down. And it went on when you'd been fired from your job and he spent the entire week after that being the shoulder you cried on, and renting movies that could help you lift up your spirit.

If you're wondering, this aren't mine, I just change the name. If you want to know the source where I get this... well text me?