Fifty-two

We went inside my place. There I saw the flowers still on the table but Aldo's tools are gone. I felt a little disappointment in that. But I completely understand he wants them back.

"You seriously wanted me on that table huh? With all these flower shts."

I thought he was mad, but I saw his teasing smile while he played with the roses on the table.

"Yes."

"Gosh you're so creepy."

I said to him, "And I care because?" but at the same time he also said, "It's kind of cute though."

I felt the rise of temperature in the room. Higher than we did the do. My cheeks and ears were hot. I may look like a tomato now. And it shows on his face. He was enjoying the view damn it.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"I'm not like romanticizing murder and necrophilia here. That's creepy. It's just that I feel a little flattered, you considering me beautiful to the extent you'll want to display me." He paused and then laughed again. "That sounded fcked up too. Oh well."