FALLING FOR THE GUY NEXT DOOR
His piercing hunter green eyes locked onto mine, a tangible intensity that felt like a captivating force holding me firmly in place. In that moment, it became abundantly clear that he was the hunter, and I was nothing more than his prey, utterly ensnared by this man’s unyielding charm and raw magnetism. Each moment spent under his gaze felt like a thrilling yet terrifying surrender to something I could scarcely comprehend.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks in steady streams, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming fear creeping into my heart—the paralyzing dread of losing him. The thought alone was enough to leave me breathless, as I grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me. I longed for his connection, yet the specter of uncertainty loomed ever larger.
“Tell me, Steve, do you love me at all?” I found the courage to ask, my voice quivering with both hope and despair. It was a question that had haunted me for far too long, and I desperately needed an answer.
He hesitated for a heartbeat, his expression revealing the internal battle he fought before responding. “You know I can never tell a woman my feelings, but you will come to understand it through my actions towards you,” Steve finally replied, his voice low and gravelly. With a graceful yet powerful motion, he encircled his strong, muscular arms around my waist, drawing me closer against his warm, solid frame.
“I want you, Daisy, right now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers began to trail up toward the hem of my skirt. My heartbeat quickened with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but I was painfully aware of the underlying tension that clung to this charged moment.
“Stop, Steve! You're just using me!" I blurted out, my voice trembling but resolute. “If you truly have any feelings for me at all, I need you to understand—I’m pregnant." The words rushed out in a torrent, knowing full well that this revelation was likely the last thing he wanted to hear at this delicate juncture. Yet I had to stand my ground; there was no way I would even consider the thought of terminating this pregnancy. The prospect of a life growing inside me filled me with a sense of purpose that eclipsed even my fears of losing him. “We have to keep this baby,” I stated firmly, holding onto my resolve as I faced the man who could either be my comfort or my undoing.