Little Boxes

[Ayden]

The mood didn't brighten any with his answer. It was a depressing topic, the sickness. The grits were nearly fully cooked and the eggs sat waiting for them to be eaten. He was playful yet serious and Ayden couldn't help but feel the chemistry that flowed between them. He stared into her eyes, and she couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time. So much for taking it slow. Ayden stepped up on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips.

This was not a one night stand she promised herself. Ayden pulled back and handed Connor an empty glass, with a content smile. "I think something a bit stronger than orange juice is called for."


She didn't intend to get either of them drunk, but the mood had gotten serious, in more ways than one. She wanted more than a kiss, but she fear ran inside her mind like butterflies trapped in a giant jar. Sure you can fly around, but you are still trapped. Ayden didn't like feeling trapped. He was a good person, she was not. She made a living at being bad, killing for a living. Ayden hoped her paranoia didn't show through as she grabbed the champagne from the wine cooler. Lies and relationships don't fit well. This was probably a bad idea, but why did it feel so great just being near him.

"You grab the food, I'll get the drinks."