Psycho

CHAPTER 5

  The next morning crept in ever so delicately, although the same couldn't be said for both men.

  Colton had woken up to the usual blaring of his alarm clock. Graceful twilight filtered in through the barely  open blinds, peeking at the fluttering eyes. Through chapped lips, delicate moans escaped as stiff limbs went up in the air, stretching out.

  Soon enough, his body heavily lifted to a sitting position. His left hand pinning into the bed for support while the other reached to silence the ringing clock.

  A well needed yawn stretched out his lips for escape as he gradually scooted over to the edge, letting his feet join the floor. A grunt slipped from his dry throat as he shoved himself off the comfort of the bed and unto his feet.

  Another gruff yawn wasn't too far as it released from wide spread lips. His tired body managed to slowly limp for the bathroom, his eyes still half asleep.

Another long day

  About half an hour later, the bathroom doors swung open again. A damp trail of footprints followed a freshly washed and shaved Colton Acre as he emerged, a towel tufted neatly around his narrow waist as his moist hair clung to his forehead.

  The man's eyes instantly wandered towards the closet and shortly after, his feet thrusted onwards. His hands reached out for the handles as he neared the double doors of the walk-in wardrobe and as soon as he stepped in, the fabric dropped from his waist.

  He'd eventually tugged on some boxers and an undershirt before making his way out of the wardrobe and room. He treaded onwards, trudging the small hallway.

  As he strolled by, a small peek of light caught his eyes and instinctively, his feet halted briefly. S's door seemed to be half open.

  Colton's head tilted a tad as confusion tugged gently at his brows. Curious hands peeled off the man's side, slowly reaching out and grazing the door knob against his cold fingertips. His lips parted in equal confusion. I could've sworn that I'd shut the door last night.

The inquisitive man let his hand circle the knob fully. A little push on the door and a few steps was all it took and he was in. His feet wandered further as his brows weaved with creased skin in a small frown. The bed bore an emptiness and so was the air void of bathroom noises. The familiar dark head of hair was no where in sight.

  The bedroom door quickly shut behind the troubled man. Once again, he stood in the hall, a frown etching tightly on his face.

Where could he have gone?

   Naturally, his eyes aimlessly searched the door as though some cryptic note of his  whereabouts would be engraved but none  was found. He began to grow irked at the situation, although worry still lingered.

  Impulsively, he instantly paced for the descending steps not too far ahead. He'd only hoped that the boy hadn't robbed him or something. This is what he gets for heeding to his dumb gut feelings.

Some lessons are never learned

  As soon as his feet collided with the foot of the flight, his nostrils flared as an inviting aroma rammed its way into them.

  His steps grew slow and his tense body relaxed. Had the maid come in early? He wondered. Regardless, his feet followed his nose, leading him towards the strong and sweet mix of culinary goodness.