Dabbling in Danger

Awake in the Afternoon

There was a light bang on the far wall by my door that jolted me awake. My bun has fallen, like always my pony tail holder slipped off and got lost in the sheets. I groan but dont sit up. It's hard to get too upset lying in this cloud of a bed. Another bang sounds through the wall and because I am nosey, I'm gonna go check it out.

I stretch and release the sleeping dragon within me with a low and growing grunt as my limbs and appenedges extend out.

I release from the stretch all at once and melt into the cushion and pillows again. Another thud happens in the hall, motivating me to get up.

Sliding through blouses, jeans and skirts neatly displayed on hangers, I decide on the only pair of shorts and a tshirt.

After getting dressed and attempting to retame my hair, I slowly pull my bedroom door open and poke my head out. Looking to the left all I see is hallway that eventually leads down the staircase. But to the right it looks like a fort of boxes is being built.

I push the door open wider so that I can snoop around more but when I do, the door swings into something on the other side knocking whatever it is to the floor.

Cover blown, I think to myself and step out into the hall filled with brown boxes.

Down the hall in what I assume is the study Tiana told me about, I hear the sound of a grunt and footsteps follow soon after.

I don't know why, but I scamper to pick up the box before the heavy-footed grunter appears.

As if fighting against me, the slightly heavy box slips from my hands twice, and each crash to the floor sounds like it's doing worse for the contents inside.

Finally stacking it back in what I assume was its previous spot, I quickly whip around to see a mound of 3 boxes being carried in. All I notice is bulging biceps and ashy hands. I stand there absolutely unhelpful as he drops the stack of boxes to the floor and realeases a heavy sigh.

I stand there blankly when I finally see him as a whole.

How in the hell, did Tiana score a guy like this?

My mind = blown.

The man almost looks golden, yet he has melaninated undertones. He's cut with muscles all over his body. His black hair is cut short and curly, and interesting enough his facial hair is lighter in color.

His face looks so stoic and uninviting, yet so damn appealing.

Ti-Ti said he was in the military? This guy'll kill you without blinking an eye.

There's a sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks and around the bridge of his nose.

His smoldering light eyes keep me frozen in my place.

I try to force something out of my mouth and expertly accomplish looking like an idiot.

"Uhh... H- hel-"

He cuts me off, "I didnt know you were still here." He glances at his wrist where a gold watch shines, "it's going on three o' clock."

His voice is smooth, low toned and crisp.

I continue babbling and his eyebrows pull together in agitation.

"I hope I didn't wake you."

In perfect timing, my attitude and loving personality breaks through.

"Well you did," I try to tease, my voice sharper than I intended.

He looks at me blankly, his face now twisted up, and I feel extremely awkward.

He turns away from me and squats down in front of an open box. I take the time to greedily look him over again, until I realize I've been standing here too long.

"Um... where's my sister?"

"Went out," he responds a little too quickly.

I dont get the hint and still try to make conversation.

"What is with all the boxes?" I ask.

No response, complete silence.

Alrighty then, fuck this guy.