A Silhouette and Maybe More

That's The Truth

I exhaled, glad to have the reaction I so desperately wanted, it could've gone terribly wrong if it went the other way, I didn't want to think about that. I finished what was left of the tea in my mug and put it in the sink to steep, turned round and leaned against the counter folding my arms wondering what next to do. I never did get a 'thank you', I was slightly annoyed, I put so much effort into this kitchen like it was my own and I never got any recognition, maybe I'll have to teach Dan some manners while I'm stuck here.

I watched Dan make himself a cup of tea, swirling the tea bag around in the boiling hot water, taking the tea bag out and putting it into the bin. He then came towards me with the spoon in his hand, literally pressed his body against mine just so he could put the spoon into the sink that was directly behind me. He could've just asked me to move and it would've been so much easier but instead, he wanted to have that feeling of having my body pressed against his once again. I wasn't exactly complaining but I didn't know if he was just being lazy or that was the truth.

Things became awkward between us, well, it had always been awkward but this was different. Ever since the kiss we had just completely ignored it but we both knew it was the only thing on our minds whether we wanted to talk about it or not. Silence filled the room and it became very uncomfortable, for me anyway. I chewed on my bottom lip keeping my gaze on anything else other than Dan who was now leaning against the counter directly opposite me mirroring my posture and position.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked breaking the silence, since when was he ever interested on how I slept?

"Yes." I simply replied avoiding eye contact. I could feel Dan's eyes examine my entire body and I instantly felt self-conscious. I fidgeted nervously tucking the loose strand of hair behind my ear while biting my lip anxiously. I took one glance at him immediately averting my eyes when I saw that he was still glaring at me. Stop staring. Noticing my strange behaviour he pulled himself away from the counter gradually making his way over to me, his arms still folded. I couldn't emphasise enough how intimidating he was, making me feel like was some measly peasant that he had complete control over. He was more of the demanding and possessive type. I couldn't believe that this morning when I woke up - which was no more than two hours ago - I was excited about seeing Dan today, but now, that opinion has been completely changed.

He now stood inches away from me over towering me. I could literally feel his breath cooling my burning face, his eyes scanning my face once again, but nevertheless I refused to look at him. I remained slouched against the counter behind me wondering why Dan was standing in front of me and so close.

"What's the matter?" His husky voice entered my ears. I exhaled deeply and shook my head daring to look him in the eye, once I did, I was lost in them. They're just so blue.

"Tell me, I want to know." He demanded shuffling from foot to foot and re-folding his arms.

"It's nothing." My mouse-like voice managed to squeak. I began to walk away from him desperate to leave the conversation but he pulled me back placing his hands firmly against my shoulders putting me back in the same position I was in before. He got in my line of vision and stared deep into my eyes.

"Just tell me." He whispered. I detected a sense of concern in his voice. I may as well, he's not going to let me go anytime soon plus he always gets angry if he doesn't get what he wants.

"E-Every time you look at me, I feel like..you're going to pounce at me like I'm some kind of prey." I whimpered, instantly regretting my choice of words. He sighed while a smile met his lips.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I don't like seeing you scared."

I didn't even realise that a tear had fallen from my eye until his hand gently cradled my cheek and wiped it away. My arms unravelled and hung by side as he ran his hands down them, holding my hands when he reached them. His much larger hands cocooned mine heating them up. My innocent eyes looked into his, not reacting to him holding my hands. If someone were to ask me to explain the feeling I had whenever he was close I wouldn't be able to, it was utterly indescribable.

"I really appreciate everything you're doing for me Amelia, I might not be good at expressing myself but that's the truth. The last thing I would want is for you to get hurt." He admitted, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, his stubble lightly tickling my skin.