Spookychild’s writings

“Come on, ill take you somewhere safe, a hotel.” Davy whispered. He took her arm to balance her.

“And where will you be?” she hissed, peering into his eyes.

“I am a PI. I am investigating him. I will be coming back here.” He explained with a shrug.

“Why?” She demanded. She wanted to cross her arms but he was holding one of them.

“Because. I need to get all the evidence I can. I have to bring him down for my client. And I have to bring him down for you.” He ran his hand down her arm from her elbow to her hand and gave her and a squeeze

“Prove it to me!” she demanded narrowing her eyes.

“Margot, it’s dangerous.” Davy hissed.  He didn’t like the suggestion. He wanted to get her away.  But if she wasn’t going to believe him without it, maybe it was something he would have to risk.

“You say you love me, I say I like you, I like you a lot. But I still do not trust you! Prove to me you are collecting evidence, and I will kiss you,” she paused, blushing, and added, “on the cheek.” She figured it was something that he couldn’t resist.

Davy stared at her, blinking. He hadn’t wanted to insist that she come. If he got caught by her father— But the kiss changed that. No. He couldn’t leave her behind now at the risk of losing out on a kiss.

“ OK.” He said, blinking rapidly. “You’ve talked me into it. But we have to do something first.” He stepped back quickly and pushed past her.

“What?” she asked, confused.  She watched him move into the room.

He glanced back at her and nodded towards the bed, and then walked to it. “ Well, there’s a possibility that he might come in to look. And if he thinks you’re in bed and asleep, he might not find out you’re missing for much longer.” Davy explained softly.

Margot listened. She agreed with his logic and it did make sense, still the bed made her feel awkward.  She stayed back and watched as Davy up the pillow, sheets, and blankets to look like someone was asleep. He glanced up at her and smiled, seeing she was watching him.

He stepped back and looked over his handiwork. He nodded and then returned to her side. “ What do you think?” he asked, nodding