Villain Ch 1971. Maybe I'm Romantic
Her forehead lightly pressed against his chest. The heat from his body… the quiet rise and fall of his breathing… It melted something in her.
"I still don't get you," she whispered. "You act like some lazy consultant, but then you drive like a movie villain and show up with perfect timing."
Allen's voice dropped to her ear. "Maybe I'm romantic."
She laughed softly. "You? No way."
His lips brushed her hair. "You'd be surprised."
They moved slow. Too slow for strangers. Too slow for something this new. But nothing about tonight felt new. It felt like catching up with someone she should've met long ago.
"You know," he said after a moment, voice a little lower, "when you kissed me… I thought you lost your mind."
Silence.
She didn't have an answer.
Didn't want one.
"Maybe…" she finally said.
