"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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"Why are you pacing?" I say to Freya, but she hardly spares me a glance as she walks around the oddly spacious closet.
"I can easily just steal a pair of Jordan and Ian wouldn't even notice." She speaks with a light laugh, but it was more to herself.
"You know we are supposed to be making out right?" I say teasingly, involuntarily running my eyes over her back view, since she's faced against me.
That skirt.
An inaudible laugh left my lips as I witness her pause for a second, before finally looking back at me. This is the first time she's looking at me since we got into the closet.
"We are not doing that." Freya states.
"Yes ma." I reply obediently and she laughs lightly.
She should laugh more.
"So what do you wanna do?" She makes her way towards me, but settles at the opposite side, a far distance from me.
"I don't know." A shrug follows after her reply.
"Anything, nothing." She sits on the floor with her eye contact anywhere else but on me.
If she's to look directly at my eyes, I think she would be creeped out by how my eyes are surveying her and her movements like a CCTV camera.
"Well I don't wanna do nothing." I follow her and sit on the tiled floor too, directly in front of her with a little space between us.
"What are you doing?" She chuckles with a raised brow. I try my best to keep my eyes from her chest that's drawing my attention.
Don't look, you fucking pervert!
"What are you doing?" I return her question in whisper and she laughs again.
"You should laugh more." And I said it out loud.
Freya tilts her head, a smile lingering on her lips. "I guess you've watched me quite enough to notice I don't laugh often."
"What---" I start, but she cuts me off.
"The side glances, the constant stares. I'm not stupid or oblivious Cade." She points out matter-of-factly and I laugh nervously in response, mindlessly running my fingers through my brown curls.
"I--" I part my lips to speak, but her eyes following the movement on my hair made me want to savour the look on her face much longer.
You need to stop!
"It's not my fault my eyes can't stay away from you." At this point, I have no control of my words.
Her reaction to my thoughtless statement is even more unreal. Her enchanting hazel eyes has widen and her small heart-shaped lips are parted.
