"Jesus Christ!" I almost scream seeing Saint just standing there opposite the bathroom. My heart beats in chest as I let out a breath of relief and try clam my heart down, Saint looks away and I move in front of a wall before leaning on it.
He sets off and I just watch him go for a second, he turns to see I'm still standing by the bathroom and that's when I clock he wants me to follow him. I walk behind him following him into yet another room, this looks like a living room. It has a L shaped sofa and a tv, a coffee table and you can even see the outside from the open windows.
I move to the sofa and take a seat relaxing a little, I would love nothing more but to get out of this outfit right now, I wanna take my makeup off and throw my hair in a messy bun. This is tiering.
"How come you don't talk?" I look up at Malic's question, he too takes a seat on the sofa still keeping distance between us.
"Your not very approachable." I reply to his questions and his eyebrows frown before his face relaxes. "I feed off of energy, what you get is what your giving."
"What energy am I giving off?" He questions crossing his arms and spreading his legs again.
"Closed off but confident." I sit up and cross my ankles, his eyes stay on mine but I look away pretending to find the paintings that are hung around the room interesting.
"Why'd you never wear your hair down?" His question catches me off guard a little, how'd we go from talking about vibes to hair?
"It's really long and tiering, and I handle it better when it's in a ponytail." I try explaining looking up at his hair unintentionally, he's got loose waves but his hair is cut short.
"Can I see it out?"
"No," I shake my head and he just watches me "I don't like your stare."
"You don't?" He tilts his head.
"Nope," I shake mine "It makes you look intimidating and dangerous."
"Maybe that's the look I'm going for." He stares at me with his ice blue eyes and I just look back to him, oh how Nia love this. What she wants and what I want are pulling at each other, I want to stay here and shut up so I don't have got talk to Saint.
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