Fated By Stars (Fated Hearts, #1 & 2)

Chapter16

Arosio is standing there at the other side of the door, looking at me with those evergreen eyes. He is not wearing a suit like he usually does and his hair is messy. And even though I despise him, I can't help but adore him in some ways.

His eyes are so cold and I shiver lightly. His eyes are flashing in a way that shows he is debating with himself whether to show his emotion or not.

He doesn't say anything, and I wish I could be invisible because the way he is looking at me right now is too much for me to handle. He looks so calm but at the same time, he looks as if he is about to destroy something with the storm that's within him.

I bring my gaze down from his face and I see him swallow as my eyes follow his neck and down to his chest. Is he going to just stand there?

"I, uh, I was about to go," I say and turn to walk away, but I am stopped by his hands on my wrist. The skin-to-skin contact makes my body come to halt. His fingers feel rough and gentle at the same time. His grip is firm on my wrist making sure I don't get away from him.

"Don't walk away from me. Come, the food has already arrived." He speaks in his deep voice. I feel one of his fingers brush against my wrist and a quiver flows down my spine. When I look back at him, he motions for me to enter the room. I don't want to go in there. I lose control over my emotions every time I am with him. But what other option do I have?

He lets go of my wrist, and I enter the room hesitantly. His scent dominates my space the moment I step inside. The feeling of his body against mine that night when I slept here comes back to me and my body can almost feel it again without even touching him. He leads me to an open door that leads out to a huge balcony with a circular table along with two chairs. There isn't any elaborate decoration, only food is placed on the table. However, the night looks beautiful in its own natural element.

I take a seat, and he does the same. But instead of sitting across from me, he places his chair near to my left side. Why cant he just sit further away from me? I look down at my hands on my lap and play with my fingers, not sure of what I should do. I do know what I should do, and that is to get away from him, but it's not possible when he is caging me here.

Few moments pass by, and I start to think if he left me because no words are spoken and neither is there any movement made, but I know he hasn't since I can feel his presence without even looking at him. Not to forget about his gaze that is burning me right now.

I feel him take my left hand and I jump slightly out of surprise. I don't look at him as he closes his hand on mine. I try to pull my hand away from his, but he only tightens his hold. I stop fighting and leave my hand in his after all my strength in nothing against his. And even his touch is obstinate.

"Look at me," he says, but I pretend like I didn't hear him and continue looking down at my lap trying to think of a way to get out of here. He places his other hand on my chin and raises my head, making me meet his eyes, caging me with it, and daring me to look away.

"Say something." He says softly and my heart flutters in my chest.

I try to look away to avoid speaking but his hands prevent me from doing so. He waits for me to reply, his eyebrows almost touching each other. And I get this strange urge to smooth out the lines on his forehead. However, I stop my itching fingertips from doing so. He squeezes my hand saying the same words silently.

"I have nothing to say to you," I say trying to remove my hand from his, and this time I succeed, and he removes his hand from my chin. I look away from him down at the empty plate in front of me.

He sighs and from the corner of my eyes, I see him open the container and put food on my plate before his. I force myself to look away because hearing him sigh like that makes me think if he is okay, even though it shouldn't matter to me anyway, still I want to check on him. But I restrain myself from asking him anything.