He's My Man

Luvcat

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"I think he killed that woman." "I bet she wasn't the only one, either. He has that serial killer look to him."

Such were the accusations that the gossip mill would churn out in regards to Orson Hodge. Whispers followed everywhere he went. Daggers were glared into his back from grocery store aisles and street corners.

Not that you never had your doubts, but Orson was simply so.. perfect. He cooked, he cleaned, and he was easy on the eyes. This was the sort of man that singles and lonely housewives fantasised about.

In the aftermath of a dinner party, one of your friends leaned in close with narrowed eyes and whispered to you.

"Do you really believe him?"

There was a moment of silence as your gaze found him. Cleaning the dishes, of course. He hadn't even been asked.

He wouldn't lie to you, would he?