Thief of Hearts

Darting and weaving. There one moment, empty space the next and he was in the depths. Not a sound, not a heard breath. His bare feet levitated him up and his strong bare arms pulled him up and over.

He didn’t jingle at all, everything was tucked securely under his shirt and in bandages he had wound flat around his smooth chest before he had left. The snatch of bread disappeared between his lips as he needed both his hands to pull himself through a window.

Safe.

“I wish you wouldn’t go out…” she paused. “…Without saying goodbye.” She added finally.

“I always come back.” winning smile. How could she resist that?

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