He’s staring again.
The itch that sparks across my skin and the tingle that pulses at the base of my spine lets me know it’s true.
I fight all my instincts to look up from the car I’m currently working on to search out the threat, because that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s as if I’m a hunk of flesh and Brian’s the tiger ready for a feast. Only, I’m not some unknowing victim about to be hunted, the opposite really. I’m the monster that lurks in the dark, ready to break free and terrorize all your peaceful eventhough my heart wants this but the demons in my head doesn't want me to give in.
I feel his penetrating stare so deep that it makes my nerves burn hot. It’s as if he’s trying to look past every layer of my skin and peek at my insides. He should be really f*****g careful thoug
