Scarlett

1.7

She yawned as she walked into the living room and she almost jumped at the unexpecting sight of Forest asleep on the couch.

He was still in his dark clothes from yesterday and he was positioned awkwardly on the small couch that could barely support his lanky frame.

His head was pushed into the armrest and his mouth was parted as a soft snore slipped out of his mouth. He looked peaceful for the first time and Scarlett was shocked that a frown wasn't present like it normally was. Though she could see very faint creases in his face from his constant frowning during the day.

His arm dangled over the side of the couch and his fingers brushed against the expensive carpeting. She took note of how vulnerable he looked. As she found herself staring at him she began to look at him more as a human than a monster. He looked like a normal 20 something-year-old who passed out on the couch and not a criminal who's probably done many unspeakable things.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked in a groggy voice and Scarlett had been so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice his breathing change and the frown reappear.

"Um I," She began to stutter as she looked around frantically, "I wasn't!" She said quickly before rushing into the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and escaped into the safety of the pristine kitchen. Did he have a maid? She never noticed one, but the house was always clean.

She shrugged off the thought and wondered over to the coffee pot and turned it on by pressing the big green button. She spun around and walked over to the fridge and her pajama shorts rode up her upper thighs and she unknowingly was giving a little show in the small shorts.

She played with the hem of her navy blue tank top as her eyes wandered from around the fridge in search of creamer. This was the first morning she was craving coffee and of course, there wasn't any creamer. Her shoulders slumped as she opted for grabbing almond milk and she turned around with her bottom lip pouting as she shut the door to the fridge with her hip.

She gasped as she saw Forest sitting at the counter sipping coffee out of his mug, she immediately felt uneasy with his presence. He was so intimidating and how did he pour himself a cup of coffee without making a sound? He wasn't watching her and was only focused on the coffee in his hand.

With cautious steps, she walked to the other side of the counter and reached for a mug and pulled it down and set it between them. She grabbed the coffee pot and he could obviously see how nervous she was because of how much the dark liquid slashed in the pot. His large hand reached up and suffocated her small one as he gripped the handle of the pot,"Allow me," He said and she quickly retracted her hand and allowed him to pour her a cup. She mumbled thanks when he returned the pot to the machine. "No problem," He said simply as he watched her small fingers fight to unscrew the tightly sealed milk carton," You like almond milk in your coffee?" He asked as he brought his own cup to his lips.

She shook her head as she still battled the carton,"No, I like creamer, but you don't have any," She said and he smirked.

"Bottom drawer," He said cryptically obviously trying to get her to talk to him again. Her fingers pulled away from the still sealed carton in shame and she looked up at him confused. All he did was lazily point to the fridge and she followed his eye. She looked back at him before following directions and walking over to the fridge. She bent over and searched the very bottom drawer and sure enough, there was french vanilla creamer. She held it up with victory and was surprised to see him still staring at his cup and not her butt because she was bent over in the short clothing.

She fought a satisfied smiled that was for her coffee craving. She walked over to her spot to the counter and tried to open the coffee creamer but failed again. Were all these containers Scarlett proof? Was he trying to starve her? She quickly pushed that last thought away and she decided to make use of the man sitting in front of her. She daringly set the unopened creamer in front of him and he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.