Out poked washboard abs, despite spending his time behind a lens Stefan always found time to work out at the gym. He had forgotten about the knife and frowned, his brow furrowing staring at her. “I picked it up thinking it was mine, you know how much sleep I get darling,” he put his hand on her wrist, unafraid of the knife. He was no stranger to crazy psychos, having dealt with people in the fashion industry, he was well equip for the task.
Alister tilted her head and rose a brow, nodding. He was right. She had a tendency to over react. The hand let her put the knife down to her waist. Balancing up on her toes she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. “If you ever go through my things again… I’ll cut more than just your shirt.” She said, kissing him a bit harder. “Welcome home, darling.”
He kissed her back, just as passionately. He wasn’t quite sure why he was attracted to crazies but for him it was oddly fun living life on the edge. He broke away for a moment and held her tightly, “What next time you’ll cut off my pants?” he growled with a tiny smile on his lips.
