"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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Let's make something clear.
I take back helping Caroline move in or trying to be a good person. I take back all of that.
Over the past week of sharing a home with her, I've slowly grown to realize that living with a woman is in fact the worst fucking experience in the world.
It's taking a while to get over the fact that I basically can't do anything that I want to do. Before when she was still living in her apartment I could walk around naked, watch porn, call a woman over to snog, and more. Now that she's here, with me, twenty-four hours a day, I can't do a thing.
I can't even pick up a knife without feeling like she'll pop out and lock me up any second.
The voices in my head are driving me to further insanity and won't let me do anything either. I'm sleep deprived, I can't pick up a knife without them wanting me to kill her, and they want me to take out my angst on her when that's the last thing that would let me go as a free man from this case. They want her done and dead, and I won't have that. It's not that I want to kill her, they do.
Though I won't deny, even my own conscious makes me want to strangle the woman a little bit from how she's ruining me. And I mean strangle in a good way, and a bad way.
The only reason I flipped my switch and have been trying to be nice to her is so that she won't want to put me in jail so easily. It's not that I feel differently about her. And I don't feel any different on how unfair this whole living situation is; I am just taking more caution now. It's like I have to walk on eggshells in my own home. Hopefully appealing to her might change the outcome, but she's the one making it more difficult.
She's a man's temptation at its finest.
Earlier in the week as she had gotten settled, I had just woken up the next morning and wanted to get some tea in peace. With decency, I showered and dressed myself in clothes since I tend to sleep naked, before going downstairs.
However, Caroline seems to think that only a towel around the body will suffice.
As I entered the kitchen, I couldn't cover the sound of my odd throat growl with a faker cough when I caught her there, her back to me with just a towel wrapped around her body, covering only slightly below her thighs. The amount of skin revealed to me caused me to stumble back.
The towel so much as moved up slightly as she reached for the cupboard and grabbed her box of unhealthy, sugary cereal she forced into my kitchen.
"Wha— What are you doing?" I demanded in a monotone, dazed voice.
Oblivious to my multiple encouraging thoughts, some even from my own conscious to rip the towel off her and take her on the counter, she smiled at me, seeming completely fine to be this exposed with me.
