When he catches me staring his brow lifts in tandem with his lips " You were staring" he says I could hear the amusement in his voice.
I look away slightly embarrassed.
I don't reply, mostly because i couldn't wipe the stupid smile from my face that seems to be etched on at this point,but i also didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound like i was trying to be all cute and flirty with him.
I wasn't.
I move over to the bookshelf i picked up a random book to distract myself from him
He is heading in my direction.
The scent of warm Cinnamon and earthy Sandalwood wood is all i can smell as i hear him walk towards me.
I don't realize how close he was until i spun around and he was towering over me our faces mere inches away,the fresh citrusy scent of lemon and mint fan my face as his eyes scan my face.
I turned around to say something now i can't even remember what i wanted to say ,he is so close it is impossible to think, i want to say something i feel my lips part but no words come out.
I want to tell him to fuck off,i want to shove his chest, push him away from me and demand that he stop looking at me like he is doing right now, with his eyes staring into my soul, i want to run to my room shut the door and crawl under my sheets but i don't do any of that.
I don't, because it's really hard to think or even do anything when he is this close.
"You have a really really nice face" he says more like a statement than an actual compliment the smell of lemon and mint stronger as he talks, making me hyper aware that mine still smells like chicken from all the food i ate.
His eyes are even more green than brown up close and i could see a little birthmark above the Outline of his top lip.
He is all lines and angles.
I'm unable to hold eye contact, he is too close.
I can feel his eyes sliding all over my face leaving traces of heat in their wake.
He is about a little less than a foot taller than me but If i lifted myself up even a bit our lips will be touching,we'd be kissing.
Woah,Woah,Woah June!
There is no reason i should be thinking of our lips touching , there is no reason but why is that the only thing i seem to be able to do right now.
I clear my throat,"There is something called personal space,you know" i manage to croak out before turning my back to him to face the bookshelf.
I can feel my heart hammering in my chest,not knowing what to do with myself i pluck a random book from the shelf flipping through the pages just so i can hold onto something.
He doesn't move, his Spicy earthy scent invading my nostrils.
Cinnamon and Sandalwood.
This is too much. I need to get out of here.
I fumble with the book in my hand,i can feel myself start to cold sweat.
This is not good, he should be giving me a house tour, our moms probably thinks he is giving me a house tour,we shouldn't be standing this close and i absolutely should not know how good his breath smells instead he is basically straddling me on his bookshelf.
I wonder if he is doing this on purpose.
If he does this all the time with girls, butter them up, give them compliments like statements so they immediately become a puddle at his feet for him to do with them as he wishes.
That'd be disappointing if he does.
I wouldn't be surprised if he does. I mean have you seen the guy?
He is like a real life demigod
But if that is what he had in mind he would be sadly disappointed.
I need to get out of here it's getting harder to breathe by the second, "What about the tou-" he cuts me off.
He clears his throat,his breath fanning across the back of my neck sending chills down my spine,"You like books?"