Chapter 38

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I was out of the awkward atmosphere and in the hallway where the lights were flickering in a rhythm.I shut the door after I saw Ayven leaning against the wall in the hallway.

I ran towards him but my head was turned and my gaze fixated on the door I just closed, worried that Kaysen would escape or that Sepehr may betray me.

I began speaking as I saw that I'm near enough for him to hear me, "How did you-"

My head was angled towards him, forcing my gaze to leave the door and directed to him abruptly. My body was moved towards him closer than I expected, and our faces were in an unusually close distance.

But I wasn't the one controlling my movements.

His hand was pulling the tip of my chin and positioning it to his liking, and his other hand which had caught and hurled me towards him by my wrist, had now slipped behind my back to prevent me from tripping over.

We'd been on the same team for so many escape attempts and yet this is the first time I seem to notice that he has beautiful gray eyes. His eyes were the darkest black when the light went out, and when the light flickers again, his eyes were like a full moon hung within the dark night sky.

I could feel heated air brushing against my cheeks while we're both surrounded by frigid and suffocating air. While I didn't want to admit to blushing myself, I was surprised by this sudden interaction between us.

I was too in shock to move, and I'd only been able to lock my gaze at those beautiful eyes, while his gaze was searching and diving into the depth of my eyes.

And for a moment, I was afraid he's going to drown in whatever's hiding behind my eyes.

"Who exactly was the audience?" He finally broke the silence.

My lips parted and bit my lips for a brief moment, as if biting off the shock to get my focus back into this world, "t-that's Kaysen," I answered then added, "the captain."

The edge of his lips curled up, as if that was the answer he expected, "I meant the other audience."

I blinked as he blinked, as if he was mirroring my movements intentionally. I felt the heat brushing through my face once again. I bit my lips and tried to look away but I felt a slight lift on my chin, as if telling me to focus on his eyes.

A slight grin appeared on his face and my heart stopped, he was clearly laughing at my expression.

I answered as soon as the heat on my face disappeared, "That is the subject in the facility, Sepehr."

He held my gaze and did not answer me.

Why is he doing this?

What is he doing?

Why is he doing this?

These are the only words in my head, and I'm afraid both my heart and my head will explode if I continue to overthink this.

He's got the answer to his question, so what's-

In a swirl, my back was pressing against a wall, and his lips on mine.

My racing heart froze, and my gaze widened at the boy before me, trying to search for those beautiful gray eyes but he'd already shut them. My arms were thrown midair and didn't know where they even belonged anymore.

I couldn't even feel my head banging on the wall when he'd turned me around, he was so gentle and his face suggested it first. But I could feel the roughness of his palm under my chin, which tells me how much he'd spent his life working with his hands.

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