Nicholas shouldn’t be with you. No. He shouldn’t.

You just moved to the town, you’re young, naive. But you just take all the stress away.

From the moment he met you, helping you unpack the moving van parked outside your house, he’s just felt so comfortable. It’s nice. But it’s still wrong. There’s an almost ten year age gap between you two and when he takes a moment to think about it, he feels gross.

You’re old enough. Obviously. But that doesn’t help the fact that he feels gross for being with you.

But he tries not to think about it too much. Especially now that he spends most of his time thinking about the towns murders. Four victims. Four people from his town. Killed.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe he let it happen. Now he’s just been… stressed. Too stressed. He has to keep everyone happy, make sure they don’t go into hysteria.

But you. You take a bit of that stress away.

That’s why he’s in your house, having a coffee in your living room after spending the night. It was domestic. Too domestic for his comfort. What would everyone think if they knew he was with you? He’d lose his carefully built up reputation.

Nicholas sighed, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.