HETEROCHROMIA

09

Y/n's pov

I instantly regret having said that. I didn't mean to say that. It was supposed to be a secret.

My secret.

But it's too late, it doesn't belong to me anymore. A thin line of sweat then flows along my back, the only sign betraying my nervousness.

"Can I see them?" He asks me with hesitation. In the middle of the room, his imposing body contrasts with the softness of his voice. I don't think I've ever seen him so hesitant about something.

He remains on the doorstep while waiting for my answer. An answer that I can't formulate. Not that I don't want to, but only that my lips remain welded to each other. As if they no longer had the strength to confide more.

He realizes it and approaches slowly.

He stops again, one meter from me, waiting for my permission to get a little closer. I end up nodding my head, very weakly, but he sees it.

I can feel his breath on my hair because he is so close. The even closer knowledge fills me with a strange feeling. My nervousness quickly disappears, replaced by a feeling of excitement.

Once separated by a few inches at most, he raises my head towards him by placing his fingers under my chin.

My breath is cut off when our eyes cross again. No matter how dark it is in the room, I can perceive each of his features.So when his eyes come into contact with mine, strangely, I don't feel ashamed.

Maybe it's due to the fact that he looks at me, not with disgust, but with admiration.