I start pulling on my shirt.

"Going already?" Dorian asks.

"Yes I have to finish my work." I say.

Dorian crawls closer. He moves his hand up my back. Oh god... I feel like something is lurching out of my throat. I thought I would be free of this feeling. This warm burning feeling that grapples my heart. Grips it. Chokes it.

"Are you really going to say nothing?" He asks.

"If I have to say something I will. But if not-" I turn.

"It doesn't seem like your wrinkly face is happy to see me." Dorian says.

"It's just sudden." I say.

"Sudden? We've been doing this for centuries." He puffs out smoke.

"It's been a couple years okay?" I hiss.

"Grumpy are you." He sighs.

"Rumple? Rumple?" I hear.

Oh Shit. Belle.

"Who's that?" Dorian asks.

"Be very quiet dearie. Very." I stand up.

I rush out after putting on my coat. I grab my cane. Belle was standing there with a basket in her arms. I look at her suprised.

"What's this?" I ask.

"I brought you lunch because you've been locked up in the shop." She says.

My heart was pounding.

"Thank you." I take the bag.

"I have to go now but... it was good seeing you." She turns.

She closes the door. Dorian comes out.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Dorian asks.

"I don't want her to see you." I hiss.

"Do you mean this face or the other one?" Dorian asks.

"Both." I hiss.