Work had been irritating him since the day's beginning. A heavy sigh of relief echoed through the vacant shop as he finally began switching all of the lights off, signaling a well-earned end of his stress. Tearing off his greasy, sweaty dark blue button-up, he could hear the reassuring sign of the back door closing, immediately locking behind him. Though still warm out, Christopher could feel a cooling sensation skipping over the exposed skin of arms and face. His bones ached, his muscles were still tense, but his breathing slowed to a normal pace as he hopped into his truck to begin the short journey home. A quick call to his mother to assure her he was fine and he would be seeing her over the weekend, a reply to his sister's text from hours ago, and then he began the trek toward what he knew to be his little piece of serenity. A home on the lake, a beautiful woman in which he found some sort of comfort... A small grin finally found its way through the grump and irritation as he thought of her. Though he still was not sure what was between the two. An unsettling feeling she would become over ridden with stress and consumed by pressure he would accidentally put on her continuously stopped him. Continuously he reminded himself that he did not want to push something on her, something for which she might not even truly pine. It was a controlling emotion, though; the amount of pressure with in his soul pushing its way from his heart was so great. The feelings growing for the porcelain girl were battling with his mind constantly. She was just as fragile as she looked, thanks to her husband, and Christopher could not allow himself to break the cracked light skin and force tears from her gorgeous, captivating eyes. The stream of thoughts, rambles of conflict, immediately ceased as he put the truck in park. Essence of calm seeped through the earth behind his land, encasing his house, crawling up his own legs as he stepped out of the vehicle, and nestled into his hair as he began up the side steps as he usually did after work. Suddenly no irritation resided in even the echoes of his heartbeats. The assuring fact that an angel temporarily resided with in his home was enough to erase any trace of negativity. The scent of cooking food tickled at his nose as he twisted the door knob and pushed the door open to step inside. "Smells nice in here," he commented with a grin playing on his face. Christopher gazed at her for a moment, taking in every inch of her beauty. His blood ran warm, his fingers ached to touch her skin, and his arms wished to wrap around her small body. Still, Christopher remained by the door, removing his dirty boots to toss into the laundry room. "You know the way to my heart," he stepped toward the food and got a nice smell of the spices. "Mmmm..." His eyes came to meet hers once more and he felt the need, once more, to embrace her. Stuck in a personal purgatory of emotions, the young man felt the world stop. He anticipated her next move, next words, even her next breath... Today he felt much different, as if Christopher was losing grip on his self control as he watched her slightly grooving to the music she had playing.