It's late.
Alison woke with a start. She was not alone in the room. He sat at the end of the bed watching her, aware of the fact that she was awake.
“Who are you?”
He shifted his body as she sat up.
“Oh don’t mind me; I was just passing through when something caught my eye.”
“You are a thief. A scoundrel.” Alison tried to play tough so that he would be too distracted to notice that she was reaching for the knife she kept under her pillow. As he sat on the end of her bed, entirely too close to be proper her started to pick at his nails with her knife.
“You say such harsh things. A thief? I think not. I have stolen nothing…yet.” Even as she was about to point out the knife, he slide it back into it’s hiding place, just barely brushing her skin as he passed.
“Well I don’t believe you. What other purpose could you have here so late?” He just smiled his strange, crooked half smile. It was answer enough. “Thief, you will find nothing of value here. Be gone while I am feeling generous, the guards will not be so kind I should think.”
“Ah…Now that is a matter of perspective.”
“And what would you find here to steal sir thief?”
He paused as if in deep in though before leaning closer to whisper “First I would steal a handful of smiles, and you couldn’t stop me even if you tried”, and as quick as that he had stolen a smile.
It had gotten harder to breath.
“And what then?”
“Then I’d steal a kiss that would keep you up late at night.”
“And then would you steal my heart?”
He smiled that twisted little smile and laughed.
“Why would I steal something that you’d give to me if I asked for it?”
“Who are you?”
He shifted his body as she sat up.
“Oh don’t mind me; I was just passing through when something caught my eye.”
“You are a thief. A scoundrel.” Alison tried to play tough so that he would be too distracted to notice that she was reaching for the knife she kept under her pillow. As he sat on the end of her bed, entirely too close to be proper her started to pick at his nails with her knife.
“You say such harsh things. A thief? I think not. I have stolen nothing…yet.” Even as she was about to point out the knife, he slide it back into it’s hiding place, just barely brushing her skin as he passed.
“Well I don’t believe you. What other purpose could you have here so late?” He just smiled his strange, crooked half smile. It was answer enough. “Thief, you will find nothing of value here. Be gone while I am feeling generous, the guards will not be so kind I should think.”
“Ah…Now that is a matter of perspective.”
“And what would you find here to steal sir thief?”
He paused as if in deep in though before leaning closer to whisper “First I would steal a handful of smiles, and you couldn’t stop me even if you tried”, and as quick as that he had stolen a smile.
It had gotten harder to breath.
“And what then?”
“Then I’d steal a kiss that would keep you up late at night.”
“And then would you steal my heart?”
He smiled that twisted little smile and laughed.
“Why would I steal something that you’d give to me if I asked for it?”