The Weight of Silence

Chapter 15

As the music filled the room, Sayjan turned the volume up just a little more. He glanced over his shoulder at me, his eyes locking with mine as he did. There was a soft smile on his lips, one that made my heart flutter unexpectedly.

I stood there, just behind him, caught between the music and the intensity of his gaze.

"This one's good," I said softly, almost unsure of myself.

Sayjan's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with approval.

"Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice low and warm.

The tension in the room shifted, subtle but undeniable. I could feel the space between us growing smaller, the air thickening with something unspoken. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer than necessary, and I suddenly realized how close we were standing.

I swallowed, my heart racing in my chest.

Without a word, Sayjan turned fully toward me, his gaze intense. His hand reached up slowly, almost hesitantly, and cupped my cheek. His touch was gentle, his thumb brushing softly across my skin. My breath hitched at the contact, and I found myself unable to look away from him.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice hushed.

The words sent a rush of warmth through me, and before I could respond, his lips were on mine. It was soft at first—slow, tender—but it didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. His other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me just a little closer, and I felt a surge of heat between us. His touch was careful but full of intent, his lips moving against mine with a softness that made everything else fade into the background.

The kiss deepened even further, but it wasn't frantic. It was slow, almost deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment, every second of it. His hand slid up my back, fingers grazing the nape of my neck, and I couldn't help but melt into him, my body responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own.

We broke apart for just a moment, and in the quiet, I could hear the soft music playing in the background, the rhythm of our breaths mixing with the melody. Sayjan's eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, everything felt suspended in time.

He took a step back, his hand still resting on my waist.

"Remember that rematch I promised you?" he whispered, his voice laced with mischief.

I smiled, a small laugh escaping my lips as I nodded.

Before I could say anything more, Sayjan's hands gently cupped my face again, and he leaned in, kissing me with more intensity this time, but still with that same softness.

As the kiss lingered, he slowly began to walk backward, guiding me with him. I could feel the bed at my legs, and before I knew it, he had lifted me, his hands supporting me effortlessly as he placed me gently onto the bed. I let out a soft breath, my heart racing as I looked up at him, feeling the heat of the moment settle in my chest.

Sayjan hovered above me, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite place—desire, but something deeper. His lips were still slightly parted as he gazed down at me, his chest rising and falling with his breaths.

His smile deepened, and he kissed me again, more intimately this time. It was different—more urgent, but still tender. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt the warmth of him, the way his presence seemed to fill every space in the room.

My heart was racing as Sayjan's lips danced across mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He trailed kisses down my neck, his gentle touch igniting a fire within me. His lips brushed against my collarbone, and I felt my body arch towards him, craving more.

But as he returned to my lips, his eyes locked onto mine, and he asked the question that made my world freeze.

"Do you want to?"

I hesitated, my mind screaming at me to make a decision.

I shook my head, trying to process the emotions swirling inside me. Sayjan's face fell, his eyes widening in shock.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of hurt.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"I just don't want to," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sayjan's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing.

"Why would you lead me on, then?" he spat, his tone tinged with anger.

I felt a pang of guilt, realizing I might have given him the wrong signals.

"That wasn't my intention," I said, trying to placate him.

But Sayjan just scoffed, his face twisting in disgust. He pushed himself off me, his body language screaming frustration. As he lay beside me, his eyes blazing with irritation, I knew I had to take a stand.

"If you're angry at me for not having sex with you, then leave," I said, my voice firm but shaking slightly.

Sayjan's gaze snapped towards me, his eyes flashing with anger. I repeated myself, my voice growing stronger.

"I said leave!"

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable.

Then, without a word, Sayjan grabbed his jacket and slid out of the window, disappearing into the night. I was left alone, my heart racing, and my mind reeling with the consequences of my decision. Had I just made a huge mistake, or had I saved myself from something more? Only God knows.