She felt his eyes on her.
The piercing intensity of his gaze woke her up.
She had been up for a while, but she was too exhausted to open her eyes.
Or was she just scared of what she would see when she opened them.
She noticed the changes in him, the twinkle in his eye as he watched her laugh, but she would not, no, she could not acknowledge them.
Because she had nothing to give him in return.
So selfishly she kept her eyes shut and her breathing even, anything to act like she didn't notice the slight smiles he gave when he saw her or how gentle his eyes were when he looked her way.
Neither did she acknowledge the dark, forbidden but beautiful emotion in his eyes when she opened her own.
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Pandora
General FictionYou ever wanted not to want someone so bad, even though you need them? Ever hated how easily you gave into them? Ever loathed how much you loved them? You probably have. He did too.
