-Evan-
She was slowly figuring me out, and that was dangerous. It meant she was getting closer to me, and she couldn’t get any closer. I couldn’t let myself get closer to her. Why had I even entered the kitchen? I knew it was a bad idea, yet I had walked in anyway. I was being an i***t, and now I was trapped.
She was watching me with those beautiful blue eyes, so full of honesty. They calmed me in a way I couldn’t describe, and all I wanted was to reach out and brush away the hair that fell across the side of her face.
She was so enchanting that it made it even harder for me to speak. But I really shouldn’t be here. I should just get up and walk out. It would be best for both of us.
“Well?” she pressed.
“Why is it important to you?” I replied.
She sighed, shaking her head slightly.
