Maybe?

I jolted with the frame. The sudden surprise caused the frame to fly from my hands. As if in slow motion, the frame flipped several times in the air before finally landing face down at my feet. The air caught in my chest and the atmosphere became a bit stale. With wide eyes I looked at Adonis in despair. My brain went blank while in my internal anguish.

"Wow, that was so graceful," he said sarcastically,

"Anything else you want to toss in the air?" He strode over to the frame which lay before me. Picking it up, he checked it over, thankfully there was nothing wrong with the antique frame itself. The glass had shattered but it would be easy to replace. Adonis sighed with relief, gently he placed the photo on the shelf. He threaded his heavy arm around my waist. His warmth relaxed my body but also made my heart pound.

"You're not mad? I'm sorry." I moved slightly trying to remove his grip from my waist. I was sure he could hear my beating heart. His grip though incredibly gentle caused my body to react so vehemently to his touch. His grip only drew me in, erasing the line I had drawn.

"It was just an accident, right?" His head turned toward my face. No looking directly into my eyes with those deep blue eyes. He smiled brilliantly. He's my boss and my friend, boss, friend, boss, I thought loudly. His face so close to mine, it's clear he was doing this to fluster me. I can't be attracted to him anyway.

"Ugh, it was an accident but I'm still sorry," I sighed, "Should we clean this up?" I tried pulling away again. This time he released me. He smirked while still staring into my eyes. I am constantly impressed by the coolness of his demeanor.

"I'll get a broom for you," he said using his Captain's voice.

"Oh, yes Captain," I said mocking him, he turned and raised his eyebrows.

" Captain... I'm not sure I like that tone of yours," he retorted back. I grin rolled across his face thinking, as my boss, he had the upper hand.

"Well Cap.," I mocked again, " I'm not I like your harassment and favoritism." He dramatically sucked in air and clutched his chest. Suddenly he looked quite cute. Ugh what am I thinking.

"Rory," he whined loudly, "Baby sister, my dearest adorable little sister you don't want me to dote on you anymore. Fine. I don't think I can muster the strength to go on. My baby sister thinks my affections are a burden." He swiveled around time face the kitchen and strutted toward the kitchen. Moments later he returned broom in hand.i moved to take it from him but when I grasped it, he gave me an intense look. I removed my hand quickly. I was shocked by his sudden viscosity.

"Are you suddenly angry with me? I'm sorry. I can clean it for you." I said quietly. He lifted his head and his gaze melted as it fell on me.

"I am not angry. My mother taught me to take care of my guests. Not make them work. I was only teasing you earlier." He left to throw away the glass.

" B-but your look..." I trailed off. He stood on the door way of the living room. Eyebrows furrowed, he sighed. I realized he was ready to go. He now dressed himself in casual work out clothes. The tightness of them defined his muscles. He wore black athletic under-armor with gray shorts over the pants. A matching black long sleeve shirt showed every ripple of his body. Why do I find myself always looking at him, I sighed.

We made a quick stop to my house before leaving. I dressed myself in my favorite work out clothes. Not only were the comfortable but also quite pretty. I loved how the grey leggings hugged my body and how the long sleeve teal and grey jacket matched it. I found myself searching for the prettiest clothes without thinking. The casual look of pleasure Adonis gave after seeing me, made my heart pound. The drive was going to be about forty minutes. I thought back to the first time I got into his car. I was quite nervous that time but now being with him was like recharging. If not for my mom I would have never gotten to know him in this way. Though Randy is like a father to me, I maintained a purely professional relationship with him once I started working under him. There was always a a line of professionalism with him, that was certain. Adonis felt different, the line between us was blurred and entangled. I was certain of our friendship and our work relationship. However, I often felt that he ignored all of those lines and lived without them. What am I supposed to do in this situation...

"What are you thinking?" His voice smooth and gentle startled me back to life.

"N-nothing, just the department," I stated awkwardly.

"You're a bad liar. How are you doing with everything," he probed.

"You know, everyone thought I'd be relieved but honestly I'm a little angry. I never got the chance to call him out in court. I know his sentence could have been lean-ant but I'd rather face him. It still surprises me that he was killed so easily. It makes me wonder if he just gave up."

"They said the round him with a confession so it's possible he planned on killing himself anyway. Someone just got around to it first. If I only I could have seen that he had issues. This wouldn't have happened." He sounded shameful. As if he'd let me down. His face had fallen into sorrow.

"I don't really think there's a lot you could do. He didn't tell anybody his wife left him. Honestly I didn't even know he had a wife and kids. He never spoke of them. Obviously he had a lot more going on thane he let people know. You're only one person and the other people who allowed him to behave poorly are more responsible than you. They saw the signs right in front of them and said nothing." His features softened a bit. He still looked apologetic and I could understand the responsibility he felt.

"That's how you feel now. I am afraid you won't feel that way it the future. There might come a time when I fail to protect you guys." He sounded so serious. My heart felt a ping of gratitude for his outstanding character. My hand, with a mind of its own, layer on top of his as it sat on the shifter. Heat pulsed between our hands. He looked at me surprised but softly. That gaze warmed me.