mikaelsonruler asked"Is that my shirt?"
“I’m guessing it is since I got it out of the closet. I fell asleep on your couch and when I got up this morning I was trying to make coffee and got it all over my shirt. You were in the shower so I thought you wouldn’t mind.”
She looked up at him, still slightly nervous being around him. “I promise I’ll wash it and return it as soon as I can, or dry clean it— or whatever it needs. “
The words were falling out but she seemed to be just rambling at him, not knowing what to really say. “I should be quiet shouldn’t I?”
After climbing out of the shower, he stood in a clean shirt. The fact that she had spilled coffee all over his other shirt didn’t matter. Without a second thought, he pulled off his clean shirt. “Have this one instead.”
He knew exactly what he was doing. Playing another hand in an ongoing game of seduction. His attraction for her was only growing. The fact that she was still scared of him made sense. He hadn’t really revealed his entire hand to her but he was going to do his best to offer some comfort.
He walked toward her slowly and brushed her hair aside, looking into her eyes. Had she been anyone else, he would have compelled her to control but his attraction to her was guiding himself through his actions. “You have no reason to be afraid of me and you are welcome to speak freely in my presence. I’d like to you think of my home as yours.”