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He parked the car in front of a large house. Two storied and extravagant. Tan stone wrapped around the house with painted green wood around the windows and doors. A dark tinted roof that contrasted well with the green and stone. A chimney peaked over from the left side.

It was rustic and had a farmhouse appeal I couldn't help but admire. I didn't dare say a word, and I kept my distance as I slid out from his truck.

He led the way, pulling out his keys from the front pocket of his jeans. The light underneath the balcony turned on as he neared, allowing him to see the key hole clearer.

He waited by the door, closing it once I was inside. I waited, listening for the turn of the lock, but I heard nothing.

He made his way into the kitchen just off from the foyer. Turning on the overhead lights to reveal dark oak cabinets with large, wide windows that immediately took my breath away.

He smiled, trying to hide it by looking away as he caught my wide-eyed expression.

The home was clearly old but well-kept with renovations, keeping the old charm it had.

"You're home is very beautiful," I mumbled at last, tearing my eyes from my surroundings to fix them on Maverick.

"Thank you. It's been in the family for a while." He pulled out a chair from the island, offering a seat for me.

I sat down, watching cautiously as he left the room. "I'll be back," he said.

I stared into the hallway he had disappeared in to, and watched almost expectantly.

Maybe I should leave? His keys are on the counter.

No! What am I doing? I can't take his car!

But yet, the urge seemed so strong, so easy. I could avoid what is bound to happen.

I slipped a foot to the floor before I heard his footsteps again and receded back into the chair.

He stood by my side, ratherly closely as he laid an old book on the counter. I leaned back, my breath hitching. I could smell his cologne - Leather, honey, and undertones of vanilla - as well as the subtle mark of a scar just underneath and behind his ear.

I furrowed my brows, curious as to how he had gotten it.

"This book is really old pictures my dad found. It's pretty much the entire process of this house," he flipped through a few pages delicately, admiring the pages of history with a small smile before he looked at me.

I felt then he was too close, and I panicked. I put my hands on the counter and tried pushing back my chair, reaching to put my feet to the floor, but this process only became worse.

I almost tumbled over in the chair before he gripped the back, putting it back into its place along with me.

He took a step away from me, realizing my panic, and furrowed his brows, almost curiously, as if he was trying to figure me out.

"I have a spare bedroom upstairs. It's already pretty late."

I nodded, trying to sublety catch my breath as I followed distantly behind him.

I prayed.

Keep me safe... Please.