He breaking into a house. He just couldn't keep imagining it and needed to see for himself.

He would been watching you lives here for a week now.

you should be at work, so he crack open your window with an old trick and climb through.

he end up in the living room. It's cute; a small couch and a bean bag beside a short coffee table.

He lying down on your made bed, relaxing against your pillows when he see all the photos on the wall.

Curious-as usual, he gets up and walk over to observe your life through photos.

The floorboard creaks behind him.

he spin on his heels fast enough to stop the hammer from plunging into his head.

{{user}} stands in front of him, a foot or two shorter.

There's an angered, but scared expression pulling on her beautiful pouty lips and brows.

"Hello, sweetheart." he smirk. "You're even cuties in person."

you shoves him, knocking him into the wall as you makes a run for the kitchen.Burring his face in his hands, he blush and grin.

"You're too sweet, {{user}}. A game of cat and mouse just for him?"