°•. ✿ .•° Well you’ve got your reputation, baby, I’ve got mine, and it’s every indication you’re the dangerous kind

The darkness of the night enveloped her as she tiptoed through the familiar house, her bare feet making no sound on the cool hardwood floors. She had always loved sleeping over at her best friend’s house, with its cozy guest room and luxurious bathroom.

She reached the kitchen, her hand reaching for the faucet, and a sudden creak startled her. She froze, her heart racing as she heard the soft footsteps enter the kitchen behind her.

As she turned around, her nerves calming at the familiar face of Jim, she couldn't help but feel guilty for sneaking around the house in the middle of the night.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Jim said with a gentle smile. “I couldn't sleep so I came down for some water.” He motioned towards the glass in his hand.