"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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"You're up bright and early," is the first thing Caroline says when she enters the kitchen, finding me there leaning back on my middle island, sipping from my coffee mug.
"Thought I'd return the favor and make you coffee this time," I tell her, handing her a cup for her to fill.
She thanks me, turning around to grab a serving, and my eyes, having had no action lately, immediately go to her bum that the yoga pants she's sporting accentuates.
"Nice yoga pants," I quirk.
"Bright, early, and horny," she shakes her head in dismay, a soft, but irritated smile growing on her lips as she pours her coffee. "I'm going to the gym— Hey, do you want to come?"
Caroline turns around, the idea of me tagging along exciting her as she takes a drink.
Mentally, I come up with all the reasons it's probably best I don't go.
The past few days after our naked encounter, the amount of control I've had around her has ceased to exist. Maybe being that open to her made me more open for everything else.
"Did you mop up all the mess and make sure it isn't sticky?" She had asked over the noise of the sink water. Caroline agreed to wash the dishes from the smoothies she had made while I told her I'd rather pick up the broken glass instead of her having to do so.
Just pick up the glass.
"Uh, that's a good question..." I pondered, stalking behind her.
"Harry, it's not going to just disappear on it's own," the clean-freak scolded me, shutting the tap water off and turning around only to be met with a handful of the spilled smoothies I chucked at her, the childish grin on my face turning into a full fit of laughter.
"What's gotten into you today?!" Caroline's screeching through gritted teeth echoed throughout the whole house as she wiped excess off of her face, a defeated frown on her lips as I couldn't quit laughing. The smoothie dripped down her face onto her shirt, some of it even in her hair.
I scrunched up my brows and gave her a look of disgust when she took one of her fingers, wiped some of it from her face, and stuck it in her mouth, having a taste.
"Hm... still tastes good," she shrugged. "Try it."
I found myself oddly eager and took a small swipe of it from her face, licking it off my finger.
"Eh... I've had better," I countered, lying.
No one had made me a smoothie before, and I liked her effort, even if it fell on the floor.
I watched as she huffed and turned back to the sink, complaining, "Well, thanks for making more of a mess, now I need to wash myself up."
She switched on the water, only to switch it to the hose faucet and bring it up to soak me, a high-pitched squeal coming from her as I spat out the water pointed at my face.
