I examine the large, white door as Frank unlocks it. This whole place looks shady. I don't think I should trust him, but at the same time...I mean, if those people were going to kill me and he got me out of there...I suppose I should thank him later.
He opens the door and holds it for me while I enter. I take in my surroundings as he throws his keys on a coffee table. It's pretty small, but it looks safe and kinda cozy. He has an old TV standing on an old stand, and a nice couch. A coffee table by the front door. The kitchen is kind of big for the size of the house. Where everything in the living room looks kinda old, everything in the kitchen looks very nice and modern. I walk towards the kitchen and open his fridge. To my surprise, it's stocked full of many delicious foods and ingredients.
"Hey, uh-" He calls after me.
"It's Y/N."
"Oh, well, Y/N, would you like a tour...?" He asks. I can tell he wants to give me a tour, he probably really likes this place.
"Of course!" I say. He ushers me to follow him down the hallway. There are 3 doors.
"This one's the bathroom." He says, gesturing towards the first door on the left. He points to one at the end of the right side of the room. "That's my room. Sorry, I only have one bedroom. I could sleep on the couch, if you'd like. You can have my room for the night."
"Wait, I'm staying overnight?" I slightly panic and then remember that I have no where else to go anyway.
"Yes. Just until we figure out what to do." He says. I like his voice. It's low and smooth, and I can hear a faint hint of an accent, probably British. It's so soothing. I smile and push my ego aside. As he starts to walk back I call after him.
"Hey, Frank." He turns back to face me. "Thank you." I say with an awkward smile. He relaxes his shoulders slightly and nods his head. I quickly run to his room, yelling a small "Goodnight!". I don't take time to examine his room, I remove my shirt and pants to lie beneath the warm covers. Sh*t! I left the lights on... I fall asleep before I can turn them off, the blur of the light of the room being the last thing I see.
FRANKS POV:
I take off my coat and my tie. I remove my mask and I unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt and sit down. There's nothing on the TV (Literally, it's off hes just staring at a blank screen lol), but it doesn't matter. I can't stop thinking about how I hurt that poor girl...The way she massaged her wrists and the fear in her eyes. I facepalm and groan. I'm a horrible person. I just wanted to protect her.
I hear a loud noise come from my room. Sh*t! Y/N's in there! I run quickly to the room and swing open the door. The lights are on, but she's fast asleep. I turn them off and walk towards her and bend down beside her bed. I feel a blush creep upon my cheeks. She looks so peaceful...I remove a loose strand of hair from her face.
"Goodnight, Y/N." I whisper, the words just barely enough for my own ears to hear. I stand to walk away, but she grabs my wrist. I gasp and turn around.
"Stay..." She whispers. I feel my facial expression relax and I nod. I walk to the other side of the bed and lie down behind her. She turns to face me and I pull her close to me, trapping her in a soft embrace. She cuddles up to me. My stomach is filled with butterflies, but I ignore them. All I can think about right now is how close she is to me. I never want to let go. I feel myself drift asleep slowly, holding Y/N in my arms.
