The mansion was slowly coming into view, as the car rode into the still estate that led to the mansion. She couldn't believe she had agreed to move into his house, without even giving it too much thought.
Did she already trust him that much? She wondered as she slightly turned to her left. She noticed his shirt's sleeves were still rolled up to his elbow, revealing the tattoos of stones drawn on them.
His jet black hair; ruffled on his head like a bird's nest, the sudden urge to run her fingers through his hair– to know how soft and silky it was itched her hands.
She blinked, recollecting her thoughts while locking both of her palms. How did she easily trust someone that looked like Dominique? Dominique. That name caused her to wince. Unconsciously adjusted herself awkwardly in the seat.
The pace of her heart began to grow faster. With closed eyes, she spread her palm on her chest, and took in deep breaths.
