I Met You

the middle class?" He smiled and then pointed with both his eyes and his finger. "Your demeanor indicates that you are adapting to feel comfortable, and I looked into your information while I was changing clothes. Could you tell me who or what you are fleeing from?" I dropped my fork, and he gazed into my life. "That is illegal unless I gave you permission or the court ordered it, and I have no idea who the fuck you are. You were also hiding from someone." I did not feel like eating here earlier due to my embarrassment. I did not want to be here, even though the guy was smoking hot to talk to. This was extremely out of line. I set my feet down and began to prepare to leave when his phone vibrated with a text message. We went to look at the cell, and he placed it between us so I could see what it was. It was called Su, and it said, "plumbing, electrical, and cleaning are completed." I looked up at him and asked, "You cleaned my apartment?" He bit the inside of his cheek, so stinking cute: "Well, I should not be that rude. Clean means clean. I mean, shoot, my fault. Thank you for your extra consideration." I tried desperately to save my ass, but it made him smile a little, so that was a good start. He quickly responded to the guy, then said, "I am sorry for the bad manners, but I have a problem with not having a proper home. I am going out on a limb here. He said, returning to his normal state, "I just want to get to know you for you, and I am running from something complicated in order to survive. I do not want to deal with any more of that. I can trust you if you let me. I will not go through your belongings again. "I apologize for that." I despise how considerate he is of me, and I am torn about what to do, but perhaps this is not my past screaming, 'run out now you have a chance at freedom,' because he is not the same as my past. I took a deep breath and replied, "Tell me what you found out. I am not ready to discuss a lot of topics with you. Everyone has a past, but not everyone can admit to it in the same way. He nodded slowly, having finished his ice cream. I raised my index finger and looked at him, perplexed, "How in the hell do you not have a brain freeze right now?" He put the bowl back up like before, then said, "Military school does a lot to a teenager, and as for your early question. I know you are divorced from the military, but there is not much there because the US hides a lot of legal