I am done washing the dishes we used for that mouthwatering omelet we had for . He is a great cook, to be honest. I give him that as well. I turn to stroll out, I almost collide with him walking in yet again. I step back to avoid the collision.
He has been overly quiet throughout breakfast, and I didn't meddle. At first, I was just to respect his space, but I am getting irritated by how this silence is becoming . I am beginning to think that he lied when he said he wasn't angry. It seems he just wanted to massage my worries. Or just so I could leave his presence. That , honestly.
"Do you feel any better now?" he asks, maintaining a cautious distance from me, his carrying a hint of concern.
I nod slightly, unable to meet his gaze, feeling shame and guilt weigh heavily on my . "Yes," I mumble softly, admitting to the relief of my headache, but also to discomfort of my emotions.
"Are you sure?" he probes further, his tone gentle yet searching as if trying to the truth hidden within my response.
"Yes," I assert more firmly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my voice, though it's by the lingering unease in the air.
"Alright. Go get changed," he instructs, his words practical and devoid of any sentiment, signaling the end of the conversation.
Ahem! Ahem!
I clear my throat nervously, feeling the weight of his gaze on me as I give myself a once-over, checking my clothes from up to my toes, then lifting my face again confusion. There's nothing wrong with my clothes. Yeah, I acknowledge that my might be a tad too short, somehow. But really, in comparison to him, who has shirtless for the longest time, it hardly seems worth mentioning. Despite the his bare torso presents, I refrain from complaining, unwilling to draw to the turmoil his piercing eyes are causing within me. After all, I am not anything, I rationalize silently, attempting to maintain a facade of amidst the palpable tension in the air. There is absolutely nothing wrong what I am wearing. This is Coast; humidity is why, and that perhaps explains even a vest would make his skin itch. So what is wrong with me trying to blend with the climate here?
"Why?" I implore.
"Because I say so."
I stare at him for minutes, trying to understand his expression but failing in the end.
He seems coldly flat, and I can't fathom why. Since I have given him enough trouble my stay here, I choose to spare him my outbursts this time. I don't understand he has to dictate to me what to wear.
"Okay. I will change. I will also step out to look for a house,” I say unwillingly as I my feet on the floor and start walking out.
A step away from him, he blocks my way. He takes one stride and closes the gap us. He towers over me, and I bow down. His shirtless body must be causing heat that I am feeling right now. Why does he have to roam around like this? It's manners, especially with a female guest around. Deep sigh!
I feel his finger gently touching under my chin, lifting my head, so I have to look at . We are very close, too close for my comfort. It makes me nervous. I gulp hard, to pull my face away from his touch and taking a step back. His touch feels like , like it could make me burst into flames. Actually, everything about him seems have this strange, powerful energy oozing on me.
He closes the gap again, gazing at me with the look of a beast taming its prey, and I better than to take another step backward. I can't afford to be pressed on the table by his dangerously hot and strong muscles. That I can't handle.
"What's with the hurry?" He implores, and I struggle to keep eye contact.
"I..."
"You are not leaving!" Shoot! "Not today."
Huh? He is joking, right? He can’t stand me, and neither can I. "And why exactly is ?" I implore.
He wiggles his head slightly, just once, a half-shake. "Because I say so."
I see! Why do I feel like he is up to something? This look in his eyes isn't innocent at despite his attempts to remain cool. He can not fool me. What does he want? For to annoy each other’s ass out in this house? Why?
"I am sorry, but I had my plans before I ran into you. I have things to take care of,” I , refusing to be belittled by his powerful demeanor.
Who does he think he is? I am grateful and all for his help, but that doesn't mean he tie me down here for as long as he damn pleases. He simply can not. There is no either.
"I don't know who has a memory disorder between the two of us, but I think I you saying that you came for a vacation. Am I right?"
Dang!
Shit! Why did I have to be honest, huh? I should have said something like a business . Now how do I get out of this?
I smirk a little, his demeaning looks not taking any effect on me. "Yes, and I can't do while in here. I need space. Besides, I have caused you enough trouble already. I sure you are wondering when I am leaving," I state, and I swear, he is about to a bomb. A mind-blowing one that is making me shudder all of a sudden.
"I also remember saying that I am not chasing you away. And," he leans in, "it's bad to judge someone so harshly, don't you think, Ellie? This poor innocent guy 't complained, has he?"
Ooh, poor guy! I am touched! Damn, his acting! The innocence he is obviously faking 't suit him at all. I would be an idiot to fall for his shenanigans. Innocent my arse!
I open my mouth to speak, but I close it immediately when I notice our closure. I to stare and understand the meaning of this tempting move of his.
He inches in closer, supplying us both with the sweetest and most alluring oxygen that
I have ever smelled. It's so richly scented and heated. It's calming and arousing at the time. It's almost paralyzing my spice with cold shivers while setting my entire ablaze.
At this point, my voice abandons me, or maybe I swallowed it, leaving me with no but to shake my head at his questions.
"STAY!"
My eyes shoot at his blazing ones, and I would give the world to know how my weak look right now. I stay? Did I hear that right? He must be joking, or maybe I .
"Excuse me?" I implore.
" For one week."