Loved these line, they said it all:
Oh yes, Beth has finally met her match.Catmoon wrote:“Did you take my sweater?” he asked, already knowing the answer of course, but interested to hear what she’d say.
Beth’s panicky mind cast about for excuses, diversions… “What are you doing sneaking around in my apartment when I’m not home anyway? And snooping through my things, going through my underwear?!” She fell back upon the tried and true offensive.
“You did,” he said, ignoring her words, smiling as he moved further into the room, closer to her. “Why did you steal my sweater?”
Because it’s yours? Because it makes me feel safe? Because…
“That’s very stalker-ish you know, and shows a total lack of respect for privacy…”
“I’ve stalked you since you were four, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it until tonight. I’m a private investigator, and I was on the case of a stolen sweater. Now I found the culprit.” He grinned, stopping in front of her. “I’d really like to know why you took it. Before I run you downtown and have you arrested for grand theft, sweater.” He knew why of course, he’d seen it, but he was enjoying teasing her too much.
Beth fought a battle between finding his teasing amusing and annoying. She was especially annoyed that what had worked before seemed to be failing her now. “Do you have an underwear fetish?” she said, the accusation sounding lame to her ears. It wasn’t going to work this time.
Loved it.
Thanks for reading again, and commenting.
Very nice, Lucky! 
