Choices : To Live Or To Love ?

Running

Christopher wasn't The Flash . Flash was tall and lunky, he was the total opposite and let's say more handsome version. Anyway Running was just for exercise and it helped him clear his mind. Today he needed to get her out of his head.
Radiant.

He couldn't though, he could still hear her muffled cries from yesterday when he'd taken clothes to her room , she probably thought the shower would absorb the sound. It didn't. He heard her sobbing and he had to stop himself from going into the bathroom and comforting her. He hoped he wasn't responsible for her tears. Surprisingly he wanted to hurt those who had broken her to this level.

So he just stayed outside her bedroom door sitting  on the floor  until the water from the shower stopped running  and the bed creaked with her weight. He left for his own bedroom assuming and hoping she was okay. He was tired but sleep eluded him until the wee hours of the morning when he finally drifted off to sleep.

His alarm woke him up, and before going for his morning run, he'd passed by her room to check up on her. Red hair was sprawled all over the pillow. Wait, Red hair? He thought her hair was brown or something.
He'd inched Closer just to make sure it was her. She was sleeping  in his his grey t-shirt and nothing else. He had to admit, Grey suited her light skin and mass of red hair.

He'd wanted to touch it lose himself in it. His t-shirt was baggy on her  and it covered upto above her knees . She hadn't looked like a girl then, she was indeed a woman the whole package of innocent seduction. She stirred in her sleep,causing the t-shirt to be pulled up and he was graced with a show of her well toned thighs  something stirred in him as well. Fuck, That was his cue. He'd  rushed out  of her room and out of his house.

She woke up, startled.  she could have sworn  someone had been in the room. Never good at mornings she yawned considering going back to sleep.
Soft silky sheets, tingled her toes. Hold up, Silky? The best she'd had were cotton and even those had been made from China. She looked at her surroundings taking in the huge  room with lavender curtains and it all came back.

"kill me now, I'm in lucifers home." She groaned.

Christopher. She remembered his name. And how he made her feel. Angry, vulnerable.  No man had ever toyed with her emotions like that and he'd succeeded in one night.

She jumped out of the Queen sized bed. Her stomach was grumbling.  In her futile attempts at hotel searching she'd forgotten to eat dinner. Passing the silk gown at the edge of her bed she snorted. The previous night he'd brought a big  tshirt, and a silk night gown  probably from one of his sexual rendezvous.

It was sexy yes, but not a chance was she wearing something he'd recently removed from his play toys. Not that the thought of him undressing her was unappealing either.

She headed to the kitchen, the house was eerily quiet. Assuming he was either still asleep or had gone out for a run, he had to keep that body in shape unless it was entirely God given.  She decided to make breakfast. His fridge was fully stocked for a Bachelor.  Taking out bacon sausages and eggs she made some sandwiches. After eating to her feel, she went back made the bed, noticed her clothes had been washed and dried. No househelp of sorts had turned up yet. That meant he'd done it himself. The tall  arrogant man had done her laundry? That was weird no one ever did anything for her.

Without expecting something in return.
In this case her sad pathetic story.
Taking a quick shower, and ten minutes later she gathered her stuff left a note at her bedside and did what she she knew best.
She ran.