I turned around calmly, trying to control my rapid breathing. How is it this man always seemed to show up when I was trying to get away from a crime scene?

"Hello Detective Stalker..." I grumbled, being sure to display my displeasure at seeing him.

"You're bleeding..."

Fuck!

Shut up, Steve!

"Yea, I fell..."

His eyes drug lazily over my body. Stopping at my knees and then coming back up to pause at my chest.

"How did blood get all over your shirt?"

Shit!

Shut up, Steve!

I showed him the palms of my hands. They were covered in scrapes and dried blood. Hopefully that would appease his detective brain.

"Ah... Darlin, you are a mess. Let me help you get cleaned up."

He scooped me up off my feet, carrying me down the street.

What the fuck?! What the fuck!?

Steve...

"Put me down...." I demanded, he smelled of pine and chocolate and as much as he smelled good. This was dangerous.

"Just relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

He carried me in silence, while I took the time to really study his features. He had a sharp jawline, his hair looked like he just stepped off of some Tommy Hilfiger Photoshoot. Then the most stunning green eyes I had ever seen. Why this man showed an interest in me was beyond my comprehension.

Steve was a little too silent for my liking. That seems weird but when he wasn't talking it felt like he was planning something, and if that wasn't good for Detective Hottie here.

"Don't you have someplace to be?"

Watch it.

Watch what?

"Not currently... you are my main concern right now."

A slight blush crept across my face, which I hated. I felt so vulnerable in his arms and somehow... safe? Weird.

Don't get any ideas.

What?

I'll kill his ass.

Someone is in a mood.

"Oh..."

He climbed the stairs to a nice apartment building. The lady at the front desk buzzed him in.

"Oh hi, Theo!"

Steve busted out laughing...

Theo Rio! His parents must have really loved him!! Bwahahaha!!!

Oh. My. Gosh.

"Theo..."

He eyed me curiously when I said his name.

"Rio..."

Then he frowned at his last name. He pressed the elevator button with a scowl on his face. How did I not remember that?

We were trying to get away... like always, because you are a prude.

Shut up, Steve.

I'm just saying...

Psh...

In the elevator, the confined space was bothering me. I wanted down and I just wanted to run away.

"Please put me down..." I mumbled. He shook his head at me.

"Not until I examine your legs."

Bet he wants you to spread'em...

I blanched at the comment. Trying hard not to make eye contact with the man holding me. Stupid Steve and his inappropriate comments, I swear.

Aw come on... you know you were thinking it.

I wasn't.

Yea, whatever...

"You weren't what?" Detective Rio asked, adjusting my weight as the door rolled open. He stepped out into a beautiful furnitured Flat. Mr. Theo Rio must be well off.

Detective Rio sat me down on a black leather couch which complemented the black and white end tables with red lamps on them.

I could hear Steve gasping at the chandelier. I looked up to see a stunning teardrop chandelier. The colors the light bounced off the dangling crystals were breathtaking...

"Wow..."

"Stunning." Rio interrupted my awing of his furnishings with that.

"What?"

"You are stunning."

I rolled my eyes at him. Always trying to be the smooth talker. Theo knelt down in front of me, for a second he looked like he was going to propose. But then he opened the first aid kit.

Thank goodness. Don't think I'm ready to run again. My knees were still from the blood caking up, as well as my hands. I just hope that he doesn't try to analyze the dried blood.

Gently he dabs at my knees with a warm wet washcloth. Washing away all of Steve's wrong doings.

"Look, I really just want to get to know you, Stella." He smiled, not looking up from my knee as he continued to wipe the grime and grit out it.

"I'm pretty boring."

She is...

Shut up, Steve!

It's true though.

Yea, Yea.

"Well pet, let someone else be the judge of that." Again he smiled, this time looking up at me with those gorgeous soft green eyes.

Fuck...

Tee hee...

No.

Aw come on he's cute!

You'll kill him...

I changed my mind. Tee hee.

"Stella?"

"Hmmm..."

"Did you hear me?"

"Oh, uh... yes." I ran my fingers nervously through my hair leaning back against the soft leather cushions.

Theo smirked at me.

"You didn't." Carefully with such a gentle touch he put bandages on both knees. Then went to reach for my hands. I flinched.

"I'm sorry, what did you say." I whispered watching as his hand took mine. His touch was so soft. He was making sure not to cause me more pain.

For the love of God, please explain to me what is going on with my heart right now.

Allow me to shed some light on your achey heart. Haha...

Why do I already want you to shut up?

You always do.

Good Point.

"Ouch!!" I squeaked, pulling my hand back to my chest with a pout.

"That's adorable." He smirked. What is it with this man and that damn smirk?

It's called a smolder... Have you not seen Tangled? I mean honestly!

I rolled my eyes at Steve. He sounded like such a girl just then.

Takes one to know one, Sweetheart.

I swear you are gay.

Maybe. But that's for me to keep to myself and for you to find out. What fun!

If I didn't know any better I would say Steve was clapping.

"How's that?" Theo asked as he wrapped gauze around my injured palm. I winced a little, giving him a small nod with a smile.

"Better... Thank you, Detective Rio."

"Please, just Theo."

My face deceived me. It heated up, making a cursed pink blush spread across my cheeks. In an attempt to hide his shameful ness I looked down letting my hair fall in my face. Then Steve and his dumbass self takes over.

"Theo..." the sick serial killer in my mind oozed the name from my lips.

I swear Steve!

Come on!

Weren't you the one who said it was dangerous?!

Too late... doesn't matter! Heads up sweetie.

Next thing I knew, Theo had his hands weaving through my hair and his soft lips pressed against mine.

At this point I quit.

Or at least allowed it. I melted into the way his lips connected with mine perfectly... how the smell of his cologne overwhelmed my senses begging for more. I wanted to touch him. To feel every part of...

Wait a second.

Yes?

Steve are you messing with me?

No dear that's all you.

Ah, Fuck.

This is going to be fun!