[A ball really did sound like a fun night for social types. He had meant to talk to her about it. Honestly. But now that they're here, here together just coming home to one another and getting something to eat on the go or both of them attempting to construct a dish was an appealing option. Just as he's coming up the hallway he pauses.
The wafting smell of wax, of....good food. It peaks his interest. Key in the door and he hears the whisper sound of silk on skin.
Not even through the threshold and he's got a smile on his face that no other person here can pull out of him.]
for matt;
The wafting smell of wax, of....good food. It peaks his interest. Key in the door and he hears the whisper sound of silk on skin.
Not even through the threshold and he's got a smile on his face that no other person here can pull out of him.]
Good evening, Special Agent.