Post by Sergei Zaharov on Jun 6, 2016 1:13:05 GMT -5
SERGEI ZAHAROV
His heart was still beating heavily, testosterone and adrenaline pumping wildly through his whole body, as was evident by his heavy breathing. He took a second to compose himself, in and out, in and out, before finally, giving her a more-calm, almost-apologetic smile. "Hope you don't mind the mess," was all he could say, before twisting the knob and pushing open the door. It creaked open, and led right in.
Needless to say, it wasn't as bad as the building led it to be. The carpet was clean and washed, with the walls painted a pleasant crimson color, giving it a rose-like hue even in the darkness. The living room and kitchen were connected, separated only by a single bar-top, and on either side were two doors, one for each bedroom. All-in-all, a modest lifestyle, as even the second bedroom seemed extra.
He led her in by the hand, and closed the door behind them, and slumped back against it. His hand held onto hers though, and in a pull, he reeled her up against his chest. A single hand snaked out, wrapping itself around her hip, and he just held her tightly. His eyes raced around the room, scanning for anything different, wrong, or changed, but could find nothing out of place. Finally, his gaze fell upon hers, where then, she could see the intensity and the ravenous rush he had gone through. "Welcome to my home," was simply what he uttered.
Needless to say, it wasn't as bad as the building led it to be. The carpet was clean and washed, with the walls painted a pleasant crimson color, giving it a rose-like hue even in the darkness. The living room and kitchen were connected, separated only by a single bar-top, and on either side were two doors, one for each bedroom. All-in-all, a modest lifestyle, as even the second bedroom seemed extra.
He led her in by the hand, and closed the door behind them, and slumped back against it. His hand held onto hers though, and in a pull, he reeled her up against his chest. A single hand snaked out, wrapping itself around her hip, and he just held her tightly. His eyes raced around the room, scanning for anything different, wrong, or changed, but could find nothing out of place. Finally, his gaze fell upon hers, where then, she could see the intensity and the ravenous rush he had gone through. "Welcome to my home," was simply what he uttered.
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