Eat the Rude

Will stood on the balcony of Juliette's bedroom. He marveled at the sight of Paris below him. The night was warm and the slight breeze blowing was claming to him. He looked back inside the bedroom to see Juliette still sleeping. The sheets tangled around her long legs. Her full breasts high on her chest. He turned back to the city. The breeze blew through his hair. Licking along his chest. He had only bothered to put on his boxers. He moved back into the room leaving the french doors open. He brushed a piece of hair back from Juliette's face as he made his way downstairs. Her large house was so quiet at night it made it hard for him to sleep. Quiet meant his thoughts could become louder. He flipped the switch in the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the counter. Before he could take a drink, he hard something coming from the living room. Will moved to the room as quietly as he could. He peered around the corner from the hall and saw a tall sillouette standing at the door to the lower balcony. 

      "Hello Will." came a familiar voice.

Will felt his blood run cold. He couldn't move. His heart pounded in his chest. 

      "Hannibal?" Will whispered.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them and looked back to the door. The sillouette was gone. Will breathed heavily as he bolted for the stairs as fast as he could.