Facade- An outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.
This girl really is going to be the death of me.
We stay like that for a while longer, complete. I start to pick her up when she wraps her legs around my waist and I press her against the door. I become self aware when I hear myself purr from the back of my throat, that makes me realize how long we really have been in here.
I quickly put her down and brake the ever so heated kiss. What is this girl doing to me?
"That will do for now Princess." I say whispering against her lips as I tuck a strand of hair over her ear. I open the door and saunter out of the closet, Mari close behind.
As I push the door that leads into the bakery I make sure to hold it for her. She can't meet my eyes.
Then her father turns to us, with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry that took so long, the door was locked and I couldn't find the key, had to go upstairs to look for it." she lies flawlessly. I would be impressed if I weren't worried how she became so good.
Her father nods understanding his daughters well thought out lie. He then turns to me and smiles, "Ah Chat Noir, here are the Macaroons I promised you for looking over my little girl." he says with a big smile handing me a small box filled with the little cookies.
Oh if he only knew what I just did to his little girl in the closet he wouldn't be so happy with me.