“I have to ask,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “Are you always like this, or do you just enjoy making me uncomfortable?”
My lips tilted into a small, genuine smile, and for once, the teasing edge was gone. “You don’t make me want to be like this with anyone else, Brianna,” he admitted, his tone steady, almost tender.
Her chest tightened, and she hated how much those words unsettled her. She wasn’t used to feeling like this—off balance, vulnerable. But I had a way of breaking through her defenses without even trying.
“You’re trouble,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with reluctant admiration.
“I’ve been called worse,” I replied, my smile turning slightly crooked as I reached out, my hand brushing lightly against hers. The touch was brief, tentative, but it sent a spark through me.
For a moment, we stood there in silence, the world outside fading away as the intensity of the moment pulled us closer.
“You scare me,” she blurted out before she could stop herself, her voice trembling slightly.
I stilled, my brow furrowing slightly, but my gaze remained fixed on hers. “Why?” I asked, almost hesitant.
“Because you make me feel like I’m losing control,” she admitted, her words barely audible in the quiet. “And I don’t know what to do with that.”
I was silent for a moment, Then, slowly, I reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. My touch was gentle, my fingertips lingering for just a second longer than necessary.
“You don’t have to be in control all the time,” I said softly. “Not with me.”
Before she could respond, I leaned in slightly, my lips hovering near hers, not quite touching, but close enough that she could feel my breath against her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming at her to pull away, but her body refused to move.
“Brianna,” I murmured.
And just as the tension reached its peak, the door swung open, spilling light into the cupboard.
“Time’s up!” Leah’s voice sang, followed by a chorus of laughter and cheers.
Brianna stepped back hastily, her cheeks flushed, her breath unsteady.
As we rejoined the group, Brianna avoided Leah’s knowing smirk and the amused glances from the others. But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t shake the memory of my words—or the way, for a brief moment, she’d felt like she didn’t need to be in control after all.
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