"You told me to stop."
A small pause.
"Not to leave."
That doesn't help, not even a little as his gaze sharpens and then…..He steps closer again, like he's no longer trying to hold himself back the same way.
"Do you enjoy this?" he asks quietly.
I meet his eyes.
"Maybe."
That's it, that's the last push beecause whatever restraint he had left…..It's gone and this time….,There's no one knocking to interrupt it.
He just stands there, staring at the door for a second longer than necessary, like he's making sure no one else is about to walk in and ruin this moment again. Maybe it's just my wishful thinking….
He turns slowly,… He turns back to me and yeah.
This is worse, way worse as his eyes find me, and this time he doesn't look away.
I feel it in my chest before I even react.
"You don't listen," he says quietly but there's weight behind it now.
I shift slightly on the desk, forcing myself not to break eye contact.
"You didn't sound very convincing," I reply.
