Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 93 - Set of skeleton keys, sniper rifle, and him

His eyes got some kind of spark which immediately made my heart go faster. I watched, as he hunkered down, trying one key after another. I heard a clicking noise and I smiled.

"Good job," I said, when he opened the door.

"This was fun. Are we going to do that more often?"

I really wish, Evan. I really, really wish.

I ignored him, not showing any emotions. I couldn't easily let him know that I wished to spent more time with him. Firstly I still somehow believed that what I felt towards this man was truly just my hormones, which decided to let loose, secondly this went against my personality. I had never let anybody this close to me, expect Tyler. Thirdly I had a feeling even if I let Evan closer to me, which I wasn't so sure about it, we wouldn't last long. I wasn't the perfect company, nor would was I perfect partner.

We walked through the building upstairs. As I found out earlier, this has the best spot to use my sniper rifle. Evan appeared a few more seconds behind me.

"Now you can choose how to approach. Either hold it in your hands, standing, kneel down, or lay down. Maybe I should have brought the support legs for you, sorry about that," I said, looking for the best spot.

"I... I don't know. What's best?" He asked, his voice sounded so innocent.

"This is your target, Evan."

"I know... what would you do? If this was your target?" He tried me, and I smiled a bit.

"I would lay down and waited. In the bag is some duvet so you don't have to be on the cold hard ground."

He nodded and put down the bag right next to him. He started look for the thing I had mentioned.

"Is there anything you don't have?" He mumbled, pulling out the duvet.

"Find the spot best for you," I continue.

"Right here?" He pointed to the ground, and I shrugged.

"You have to try it. You need to have clear view on the house and on the target, no trees or branches in your way. You have to consider the wind around you. Count with the possible delay, which shouldn't happen with my baby, but you have to count with everything."

He put the duvet down, looking around. Then he nervously looked at me.

"You know... I had a dream about you," he whispered.

"Really? About what?" I asked, watching his fingers nervously tapping on my rifle, his eyes glued to the duvet on the ground.

"Well... you came into the room I was in."

"Go on," I nudged him.

"And you calmed me down... y-you told me not to be afraid of anything... and then, then you walked towards me."

With his last words he looked up to me and put down my sniper rifle, doing a few steps towards me. I carefully watched him, trying to predict his intentions. With each steps he did, with each second he was closer to me, I felt my own beating heart.