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A Glimpse.

Veronica.

I walked towards my apartment, continuously wiping the tears that slipped betraying me each time I tried to get a hold of myself. The thoughts were so loud that I had even forgotten about Alexander's messages.

It was then when I remembered it the moment my eyes took a look at the figure standing leaning against my closed door. His arms closed over his chest and his eyes focused on the floor before they moved to spot me noticing my reflection on the white tiles.

My breathing got caught in my throat. Even in the turmoil, I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me. The irresistible nature of this man and the undeniable pull I felt toward me.

He glanced at the tears glistening in my eyes and the impassive expression he had on his face, vanished in a second replaced by a one that conveyed his concern. No! Why would hebe concerned for me? There was nothing serious between us. At least I didn't want to agree.

"Why are you crying?" He walked to me and tried to touch my cheek but I instantly moved away putting the distance between us.

"Alex, look I don't want to talk about anything right now," I tried to keep my voice as collected as possible, "Please, leave." I attempted to walk past me but he grabbed my hand and jerked my body closer, now there was barely any distance left between us.

"I'm not going anywhere without having the answers to my questions," He spoke against my lips, the words sounded low and demanding.

"I don't want to answer any of your questions," I tried to push him away but he turned too strong for me to overpower.

"You can't keep running away from me. You should know that I'm not going to let you go," He shot the words looking directly into my eyes. The shiver ran down my body, trying to oblige whatever he was asking but my mind said no.

"You can't keep me caged if I don't want to be with you," I spat," And how did this even come? Do we even have anything between us other than fulfilling each other than sexual desires?"

His eyes went cold upon my sentence, his grip on me tightened.

"You really think that, huh?" His words were colder than the look in his eyes, words harsher than his hold around my waist.

"Yes," I looked away from him and breathed out. For some reason, I couldn't keep up with the eye contact and answer at the same time. Even my body seems to disagree with the simple "Yes, I blurted out.

"You're nervous." He commented, his hand moving to gently grab my jaw and made me look at him. The look in his eyes appeared too convincing

"I'm not, nervous." I attempted to look away again but he had grabbed my chin before I could move.

"You always choose to look away when you're nervous."

Dammit, why did he have to be this correct?

"You've only known me for a few days, you don't even know a single thing about me." I decided to raise my voice but Alex's expression remained unmoved. His posture was unaffected and his gaze that looked through my soul didn't recede.

"I know more about you than you know about yourself, Veronica." He stated, his hand drawing my body closer to him. Closing here inch of the gap that was between our chests.