After that day, nothing seemed quite the same. His gaze would linger at the webcam, then he'd almost shake himself back into reality. Every time he looked at the webcam my heart seemed to leap out of my chest with excitement. I never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were. they were like honey, a gorgeous hazel that seemed so delicious and sweet, I just wanted to gaze into his eyes as I'd move closer and press my lips against his perfect pink soft-
I think that's enough. I'm getting off track.
When he looked at me- I mean the webcam it almost felt like he was right there. Directly looking at me. It didn't feel like the webcam, it felt like his eyes on mine.
The day went quicker today. I noticed that he hadn't just drank one Monster, but 5. His gorgeous eyes were blood shot and lethargic, bags the size of Africa in a dark hammock underneath.
Finally, he sat down on his bed. He left his laptop open and opened up his phone, scrolling through Instagram.
"I know you can see me. I can feel you there. Show yourself."
My heart seemed to stop working. My blood went cold.
YOU ARE READING
Goodnight Mr FBI man~
Romance"Mr FBI man?" he whispered. Instinctively I stuttered, "yes?" I mentally slapped myself. He can't fucking hear you, dipshit. "If you're really there, please give me a sign." His voice seemed to ache, like he was pained. The voice of my supervisor t...
