Intense Trouble

Chapter 7

Breaker's eyes held a mixture of desire and caution, as if he, too, was grappling with the magnitude of our connection. I reached out, tracing the contours of his face with trembling fingers, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume me.

"Where are we going?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. Fear and excitement danced within me, colliding in a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions.

Breaker's expression relaxed, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "Food," he answered.

Breaker reluctantly pulled away. He put the car in reverse, and as we sped away in his sleek black sedan, the world outside blurred into a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows. Questions flooded my mind, but there was no time for answers. then drove to the same dinner from yesterday. Realizing how excited I am to taste that food again, I rub my palms together in anticipation.

After parking, he turned to me, his gaze unwavering, and said, "I'll be back."

Excitement and curiosity surged within me, but I trusted him. Without a second thought, I nodded and looked around the car. The leather seats were comfortable, and the music playing softly in the background was soothing.

I laid my head on the seat and just didn't think.

With nothing but the comfort I felt, I closed my eyes.

A few moments later, I heard his door open and close.

The aroma of strong pine and food made me open my eyes to face both.

There was a white, styrofoam cup sitting in one of the cupholders and a brown bag in his large hands.

He lays the deliciously smelling bag onto my lap and I hold onto it like a lost treasure.

Wordelessly, he reversed and drove off.

It wasn't long before he stopped as buildings became grass.

He pulled under a meadow where the car was nearly tucked between bushes.

He leans back and closes his eyes.

His breathing was steady, and I couldn't help but study the features of his face—the slight scruff on his jawline, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips held a hint of a smile even in repose. I wondered what he was thinking, what secrets he held within the depths of his soul.

As I sat there, holding onto the bag of food tightly, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. The intensity of the moments we had shared so far left me yearning for more, but a part of me also felt a tinge of uncertainty. I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us, but there were still so many unanswered questions. What was his story? What was he hiding?

Lost in my thoughts, I realized I had been staring at him for a while. Slowly, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

A brief moment of silence hung between us, charged with unspoken words and unexplored possibilities. His gaze held a mixture of warmth and vulnerability, a vulnerability that mirrored my own. The weight of our connection felt both exhilarating and daunting, like stepping on the edge of a bridge, unsure of what lay beneath.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice filled with a raw curiosity that made my heart ache.

I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "Too much," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to tell you back when we were at school..." I paused, "I-I"

The words get caught in my throat, a jumble of nerves and vulnerability. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my courage, and then clear my throat. "I... I like you," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.