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A killer in the woods
Wade Jacob a 27 year old women has gone missing in...
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Brendon's pov
We were both lying in bed and Wade was playing with my hair, twirling it about in her small fingers and I could feel her breathing a steady pace as we lay here.
Everything was perfect.
Well almost.
"I need the toilet." She stated quietly and removed her hands from my hair and slowly moved and walked to the bathroom, my shirt drowning her small figure, I watched her walk to the bathroom and shut the door locking it with a satisfying click.
Sitting up I ran a hand through my hair fixing it.
"Wade!" I call out to her.
"Yeah!" She shouts back hearing the toilet flush.
"I'll be downstairs making something to eat, okay?"
"Umm okay, I'll only be a couple more minutes." She answer making me unsure to leave her but I leave anyway making my way down the stairs into the kitchen.
Wades POV
I wash my face with some water and put my hair up in a bun and left the bathroom, I went through Brendon's drawer trying to find some type of bottoms.
"Wade?" I hear him call my name out as he enters the room making me jump, I hold my hand over my heart from the scare.
"What are you doing, I like you wearing just my shirt doll..." he trails off smirking at me.
"It's cold." I state bluntly at him ignoring his comment.
"I would suggest cuddling but I don't want the food to burn." He stalks over to me his hands trailing down my body holding me by the hips.
"Where's your sweats?" I ask gripping his shirt lightly trying to get on his good side by showing him slight affection.
"In here." He says brushing past me to the drawer and pulls out grey sweats and holding them out to me.
"Thanks Bren." I say taking them and pulling them on, they were baggy and drowned me, I rolled the bottoms so I don't trip up.
I felt I sharp slap across my butt as I was bending down to fix the sweats, I gasp out loud and stood up facing Brendon.
"Nice ass." He mumbles as he grabs ahold of my hips once again, his lips grazed mine.
"What about the food?" I ask almost teasing him as my hand trails up his shirt slightly feeling his chest I felt him take a sharp breath in at my touch.
He pulls my hands away but still holding my wrist he pulls me along to follow him into the kitchen.
"Whatcha making anyway?" I ask as I sat in the bar stool.
"Just tomato soup." He states as he pulls the hot pot off the stove onto the side to cool down, he focuses on me giving me a simple smile like he had no bad intention.
