Chapter 6

*Stormy POV*

I stepped out of the hot water and decided to air dry while I found something to wear. I turned off the water and walked into my bed room naked as I have always done and there he stands by my dresser looking as if he got caught doing something bad. I'm stark fucking naked and he's staring at me as if he's the one naked. I run back into the bathroom and grab my robe from the bathroom door (yes, I actually own a robe). I walk back into my room and he's gone, I guess he went back to the living room. I never even got dressed I want to know why he was in my room? was he sniffing my underwear, but when I got to the living room he was gone. Leaving a note on the counter, "To Storm, sorry I was in your room just trying to learn a little more about you. Didn't mean to see you naked (not so soon anyways). Text me if you want 555-8787. Danny."

How do you invade someone's privacy and then disappear and just leave a stupid note? Whatever, I didn't need him anyway but he was really cute. Maybe I'll just keep his number and text him later. I walk back into my room and continue getting dressed, just as I finish putting my shorts on I hear a loud crash in my kitchen and someone cursing profusely to themselves. I reach into my top drawer and pull out the pellet gun and slowly make my way towards the sound, lucky for them I saw who it was before I shot them in the ass. It was Kendra, in my kitchen eating my shit as always. "Dammit Kendra, I was going to shoot you in the ass," I said catching my breath. "Sorry girl I wanted to tell you but I was sooo fucking hungry and thirsty. Sorry, I broke the mug, buy you a new one whenever we go back to IKEA." And she goes back to stuffing her face. "Where the fuck did you two disappear to last night? I couldn't find either of you when I was trying to leave." I said staring at her waiting for an answer. "The question isn't where did we go but where did you go? And who with? And before you lie I saw his fine ass walking down the sidewalk when I was on my way in." She said biting her toast and smiling as if she knows something I don't know. "We didn't do anything, He drove me home and helped me get into the house after pretty much cut up my feet walking down that long road. That is it." I said in my as matter of fact voice. "Mmmhhmmmph." She says rolling her eyes. "What's his name? And wasn't he at the club with that group of guys that came in?" She says trying to get me to say more. "His name is Danny, and yes. Now get out." I say clearing her dishes and pushing her out the front door. "Fiesty, don't worry I do not want Danny. Though he was fine as hell. Girl, you better get you some of that." She says as she goes down my front steps. I decide that today is a lazy day and I will spend it eating popcorn, watch TV and sleeping but after my 10th mini nap of the day I find myself bored. I scroll through my phone to see who I could text and land on Danny's number.

"Why'd you run away? Am I that hideous?"

"Absolutely not hideous, just felt it was my time to go."

"Well, that's weird. You see someone naked and then leave. It makes me think maybe you're gay or something."

"Definitely not gay, but if I had stayed things would've probably gotten bad really quickly."

"Bad? How so?"

"Nevermind that. What are you doing right now?"

"I want to know how bad?"

"Bad enough that I'd still be fucking your brains out. Now, what are you doing right now?"

"Well drying up the puddle underneath me. Why?"

"Are you dressed? Like can you go out?"

"Ooops. Well, may I come in?"

I lean over to look out my front window and see him standing on my doorstep, I know I shouldn't be happy but I am. I jump up and try to regain my composure and then answer the front door.

I just opened the door and walk away in such a nonchalant way he wouldn't think I was happy to see him again. He walked in and closed the door behind him and just stood there staring at me.

"So, I see your back to being light on your feet." He noted due to my moving around without any trouble, luckily for me whatever he did to my feet the pain has disappeared. "Thanks to you I guess I am able to move around a lot better than last night." I said finally stopping to turn and look at him, FUCK how does he look even sexier than last night. He's wearing grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt with black timberland boots. A gold chain link necklace and bracelet to match and one gold ring, like the one you'd get for being apart of a lodge or fraternity. He is hair messy and tousled on his head and still wearing those diamond boulders in his ears. He stands there as if he knows he's sexy. I catch my staring at him and quickly look to see if he noticed as well and because this is me we're talking about he noticed. "You know if you want me you can have me, but you'll have to do that later. We're running late." He says checking his cellphone for the time. I grab my purse and keys and head towards the door, "I'm all yours Mr. Serial Killer." I say with a devilish smile as I usher him out the door so I can lock up. Today he's driving a nice ass Mercedes C-Class, it's so sleek. He opened my door being such the gentleman and waited for me to get in, "Oh why thank you." I say as I slip into the front seat. He just rolled his eyes and then hopped into the drivers' seat and off we go. The ride was quiet except for the sound of the engine purring, every so often I'd look over to see what he was doing but he was deadset focused on the road. Before too long we arrived at our destination and it's none other than a damn movie theater. I can't believe he brought me to a movie theater, He must know his audience because this is perfect. We got out of the car and walked into the building and went straight to the theater that was playing our movie, The Meg. It was one of those movies where you can order food and stuff right from your seat and your waiter brings it to you. We watched the movie in complete silence, with the exception of a few holy fucks here and there. After the movie was over I felt someone take my hand and guide me out of the theater, we walked over to the McDonalds and grabbed dinner. "You're such a cheap ass," I said laughing while I dip my nuggets into my sweet and sour sauce. "Well, I was told it's not a date, because if it was a date I'd have gone somewhere slightly more fancy like a nice bistro or go for seafood." He smirks as he steals some of my fries. We continue eating and making small talk. I learn he's originally from Rhode Island and moved when he was around 10. I learned that his parents both passed and he lives with his brothers. This little date was nice, it was exactly what I've been looking for.