What gave it away?

"Oh really? What gave it away?" I asked sarcastically, slight annoyance in my voice. It was obvious that what he was saying was starting to tick me off, but the attention he was giving me and his closeness was also doing a great deal towards me.

The way he looked down at me, as if i were his prey, a small animal in his big hungry eyes. His sharp claws softly dragging along my arm, teasingly. His voice soft like a kittens purr, but as deep and rough as a lions growl. His eyes, his dark, threatening eyes, staring deep into me, daring me to challenge him, to stare back, but forcing me to avert my eyes, for its intensity is too much to bare.

I can feel my heart beat fasten in my chest, I'm sure at this point he would definitely be able to hear it, the pounding getting louder and louder, as if if it gets any faster my ears will explode.

I jolt slightly at the sound of his voice, in which he pauses slightly. He knows how badly he is affecting me, just his voice alone would drive me crazy. So he backs up a bit, hoping it will calm me down a little, just enough to let me listen and comprehend what he is going to say. He starts to speak again, but this time I'm a little more prepared, i know to expect it.
"You wanna know what gave it away?" He asked, he stands and straight, his eyes piercing mine. As he had said it, he bowed down next to my ear to whisper it, his breath was warm on my ear and neck. It made me shiver. I nodded in response, eager for him to continue.
"Well," he started and grabbed my right hand from where it sat on the bench behind me. "First it was your hands, twitching and grasping out to grab onto something." He continued. He had brought my hand up to his face and placed it on his lips. Im sure the expression on my face was horrendous. I was so thrilled, wanting him to go on and speak more, come closer, whisper into my ear until i forget how to breathe, yet i felt scared as to what was to come. "This was a sign of stress, you trying to put your mind onto thinking about something else." He explained as he held my hand palm up, tracing it with his fingers. He gently let my hand go, placing it by my side. He then lifted his hand up to my face, softly brushing his fingers along my cheek and his thumb running along my brow. He gently moved a strand of hair from my face, revealing my forehead. He continued, "Then, it was your eyes." I quickly looked away. I could feel my cheeks heat up from every movement he made, every place he touched. "You never kept eye contact with me, always trying to avoid my gaze." His hand move from my cheek to my neck where his cold fingertips made contact with warm skin. It made me shiver and close my eyes. When i opened them, his face was directly in front of mine, inches apart, i widened my eyes, heat rising to my ears, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to escape the confines. His eyes were lidded, and his eyes were focusing on my lips. "Then, the last thing that convinced me, were you lips." He spoke in a quiet whisper, his warm breath hitting my face as he spoke. My breathing got quicker and i couldn't help but notice his too. His other hand had found its way around my waist without me realising. He finally spoke after a few seconds of nothing but hot breath and cold touches, "The way they would clench as you averted your eyes and fiddled around with your fingers. But once a thought came into your head and you would lose focus, they would soften and look beautiful." His words left me speechless, our breath hitting each other, heart fighting over whose is beating faster, and eyes gazing into each other while our lips move, closer, ever so slightly. Until a voice breaks the silence and my waist and neck are left cold. "Buuut it was also in the way you would word your sentences, using dirty dirty words, your body language, the way you hid yourself, then when you were saying something you go all out with your words and body, flailing your arms around like noodles! Well anyways I've got some work to.." His words faded into a blur. He had moved so fast i hadn't had time to realise until he was half way across the room that he had moved away and was talking about something I thought wasn't important at the time. I was left there to stand like a total idiot while he went off and did his own thing, left me to fantasise about the kiss we were MEANT to share. I stood there, riddled with shock, until i broke out of my shell of embarrassment and shot out with anger. My face hot with rage, eyes sharp like daggers, and i swear there was fire shooting out of the tips of my fingers because of how annoyed i was. I promised myself never to talk to that douche again!

That promise did not last for very long ;3