DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 6: Temptation

The house was suffocating in its silence, thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm. Patricia's fingers ran along the edges of the radio as she wiped away the dust, her thoughts far from the task at hand.

It had been hours since Jordan left for the town to buy groceries alone, but her mind remained unsettled. Something about his departure didn't sit right. Maybe it was the way he'd kissed her goodbye, too quick, almost like he was trying to reassure himself rather than her.

She glanced over at Dave, who was sitting across the room, his posture languid, but his eyes sharp, focused. His gaze lingered on her, not with the casual indifference she'd grown accustomed to, but with something more intense, almost predatory. The air around them seemed to grow thicker, and Patricia found herself unable to shake the unsettling feeling.

"Patricia.."

Dave's voice broke the silence, low and controlled, like he was testing the waters.

She didn't look up, afraid that if she did, she might read something in his eyes she wasn't ready to face.

"Yeah?"

She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You've always seemed like you're holding something back."

He said, his words almost casual, though there was an edge to them, like he already knew more than he let on.

"Like there's a part of you I don't really understand."

Patricia's grip on the rag tightened, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves.

"I'm just cleaning, Dave. There's nothing to understand."

He chuckled softly, but the sound wasn't lighthearted. It was dark, knowing.

"Is that all you're doing, Patricia? Cleaning?"

His gaze never left her as he stood up from the couch and started walking toward her.

"I can feel it in the air-the tension between us."

Patricia's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't breathe. She wasn't sure if it was fear or something else that made her stomach twist in knots. She stepped back, trying to create some space, but Dave followed her, his presence closing in like a shadow.

She shook her head, desperate to deny what he was implying.

"Stop it, Dave. You're making this weird."

Her voice came out too shaky to sound convincing.

But Dave wasn't listening.

"Come on..don't pretend. I know you feel it. You can't hide it from me."

He murmured, his voice like velvet,

He was too close now, his breath warm against her skin. Her pulse was racing, and her mind felt like it was on the edge of snapping. The touch of his gaze was like fire, burning through her composure. There was no escape from his intensity, no way to make it stop.