Adrian glanced at Ophelia. She sighed.
"Adrian I want you to be with me," she said.
She stood in nothing but his shirt as always. She always demanded he take the shirt off he was wearing so she could put it on.
He stood over her, as she held her head."Sir? What's going—"She looked down at her hand. "Whats this?"
Adrian frowned, staring at her as she sang. She protested. He hadn't exactly expected that. He thought she'd say something along the lines of:I want you, so this is fine.He'd thought she'd say something like that.
She laid in his lap, as he stroked her hair. She wouldn't stop shivering.He found it disconcerting, how afraid she was."There, there, little songbird," he whispered, kissing her hair. "Everything is alright. He's gone now."
Ophelia had fallen asleep.Adrian went back down to the Mines. He was...upset.Fury was coursing his veins. He'd never been so angry.
Adrian allowed her to sit on his lap. She was facing him, her legs on either side of him. She said she was scared.He stroked her hair."Greedy cat, will you ever leave me alone?"
The older woman stared up at the large house. She checked the address again with a frown.That Eric boy never was reliable. Oh well, she'd check anyway.She knocked on the door, waiting impatiently.
"I want you...to be my boyfriend," Ophelia said, looking at the ground.Adrian frowned, pausing as he began to undress."What?"
Adrian knocked on her dressing room door."Who is it?" She called."It's me," he said gruffly.