Romance MF: A Suspense Story With A Dark Hidden Secret (romance short story, suspense romance, romantic short stories, adult romance Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

irrepressible,” he said.
                  “I like to move. And dance, oh! Do you have an iPod or something? I love to cook to music,” she asked.
                  “I think so, it’s in the glove box. Alright, I’ll take your advice and shower, I can’t believe I’m still wearing this thing,” he said, motioning to his business shirt.
                  “Ah, it’s not too bad.”
                  “I was working in it all yesterday,” he countered.
                  “Well, whatever. You smell nice,” she said, and then blushed frantically and turned her head back toward the kitchen counter and started rooting through the box of groceries he’d brought in.
                  He frowned as he walked to the bathroom and cast the clothes into the corner. That was an odd quirk of hers, and the first time he’d seen it. I hardly know her, what am I saying, he said to himself, catching his own reflection in the mirror. Still, as open and honest and free as she was, there were undeniably secrets to her too. The fact she was so generally open and talkative all the time made those rare moments of silence and reticence from her even more mysterious and ominous.
                  He shook his head and stepped into the shower and gasped when the first splash of water hit his shoulders. It wasn’t glacial, but it was by no means warm water either. He held his breath and turned it on all the way, and felt his body almost go into shock as he got used to the temperature. He washed himself as well as he could with an old piece of soap and, shivering, stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself.
                  In the mirror he took a hard long look at himself. It might have been his imagination but he looked younger. His eyes weren’t quite as hollow and indented as he remembered them being. There was a vitality to his features, and he smiled. He had never had any problems with body image per se, but being skinny growing up he’d resented the fact that he never seemed to get any bigger no matter how much he worked out.
                  But now, as he admired himself in the mildew-bitten mirror, he had to admire the toned abdomen and lithe muscles of his arms and chest. Rather than growing out, all his muscles seemed to have remained the same size, but increased in density. Then, catching himself off-guard, he shook his head. Vanity should be the least of your sins , he thought.
                  Still, there was something symbolic about having wanted to look like other men his age. The idea of working so hard to achieve something that other people had. Not anymore .
                  He stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Lily had gotten his iPod and was now swaying her hips as she cut onions and grated cheese onto a pan full of scrambled eggs. She hadn’t seen him yet and he took the few second it took to cross to the adjoining bedroom to study her. She was mouthing the words to an Arcade Fire song as she twirled in the tight light blue jeans, and the too-short tank top kept riding up, revealing the small of her back which was smoothly tanned and dimpled.
                  He smiled and shut the bedroom door. In the old dresser he found a pair of jeans that were half a size too big, but other than that fit him well. There was also a navy green T-shirt and an old featureless grey sweatshirt that zippered up the front.
                  “Ooooh, much better,” Lily said when he exited, “don’t get me wrong, guys in suits can be cute, but I prefer the casual Shane. Much more approachable. You look like you’re ready for anything.”
                  “I wonder what business-Lily looks like,” he countered, sitting down on the table in front of the living room as she brought over two steaming plates full of eggs. The smell made his stomach gurgle and he nodded