obsessively mine

CH#11 HER

As I continued talking to my aunt, I felt Vince's eyes on me, sending a shiver down my spine. His stare had a power over me, drawing me in, and making me want to do anything to keep his attention. It was almost intoxicating.

"Okay, now, I should go. Your uncle might be waiting for me," my aunt said, breaking the spell.

"Can't you stay tonight?" I asked a hint of desperation in my voice.

"No, but I'll come to stay while our guest is here," she replied, glancing at Vince with a knowing smile.

"Bye, guys," she said as she walked out the door.

As I closed the door behind her, Vince spoke up. "Your aunt is different from you."

I turned back to him, smiling as I sat down at the table again. "Sure she is," I said lightly.

Silence settled between us, but it was anything but comfortable. The air felt heavy, thick with something unsaid, something almost dangerous. I stole glances at him, trying to read his expression while he stared at his empty plate. The tension in the room was palpable, pressing down on me until I could hardly breathe. I couldn't take it any longer.

"Um... tomorrow, I won't be at home," I blurted out, playing nervously with my fork. "I'm sorry about that."

"No need to apologize," he replied, finally looking up at me. "I understand. Duty calls. It's fine."

His calm demeanor only heightened the tension. I felt an overwhelming urge to keep him there, to prolong this moment. "Thanks for understanding. It's not that late, but you can if you want to sleep. I'll try to come back early tomorrow."

I didn't want him to go, I didn't want the silence to end. I just wanted him to stay a little longer, even if we didn't speak or just sat there.

"Yeah, sure," he said, hesitating. "I'm not that sleepy, but I have some matters to look after, so... goodnight." His voice held a note of uncertainty as if he was searching for a reason to stay, just like I was.

I nodded and stood up, reluctantly making my way to the stairs. As I took the first step, I felt his eyes on me again, watching, wanting to say something but holding back. I paused, the unspoken words hanging in the air between us, but I couldn't turn around. Instead, I walked up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest.

Once inside my study room, I let out a heavy sigh and sank into my chair. The tension from downstairs lingered, making it impossible to focus. I tried to work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Vince, and that look in his eyes that had me questioning everything.