Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 9

This is a lame thing to say, I know. It's a sad, missed shot of an excuse

But I swear to God we are not flirting.

I stared at him just for the sake of staring. Letting myself get lost in those pretty green eyes before leaning back, hand coming up to gently push aside his arm.

"M not yours" I manage to get out, kind of breathless but we're just going to ignore that. 

"Let me make you mine" I glared at him, or at least tried to.

I let the back of my hand linger on his before fully pushing it away. Stepping back, I blinked a couple of times to get myself to focus.

It doesn't matter that he doesn't give off a dangerous vibe or whether I'm curious about him as a person or something else.

He's still a threat.

I need to remind myself that that alone should be enough to keep my curiosity at bay.

Sad though, if our circumstances were a bit different I for sure would've hit on him.

Multiple times.

Just like before, he doesn't look like he's about to lose his shit and do some damage around here. He is frowning though, lips pursed as clicks his tongue inside his mouth, looking deep in thought.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"If you're done" I gestured around, not really knowing how to put it since I have no clue what he's here for, what he wants or what he's doing exactly.

"Then can you please leave" This day has been a long one and I'm just honestly so ready to hit the hay and pass out. 

He looks up at me, frown deepening and for a moment I was worried that he would refuse to leave and I'll have to physically push him out. He tilts his head to the side a bit before stepping forward, dispersing the little distance I've managed to put between us.

I scowled at him, a firmer demand at the tip of my tongue threatening to slip out but was swallowed down when he places two fingers at my neck, just below the jawline.

My frown deepens and I lift my hand up to push it away again.

"Will you just-" 

"The offer" I stopped mid sentence to give him a confused look. 

He taps the side of my neck twice before leaning forward, body towering over mine, eyes staring intently.

"The offer still stands" He offers a smirk before pulling back. 

I watch him leave, frowning harder when he doesn't even glance back. 

See.

This is what I mean by him being different.

And I don't mean that in a cliche way.

The way he acts is just so different. Heck, his entire demeanour is fucking different. He doesn't react the same way as the others of his...kind- or at least the ones I've met. 

He's chill and laid back but at the same time intimidating and confident to the point that it's almost borderline scary.

I'm getting the feeling that his collected attitude comes with a catch.

It's as if he's planning something.

The sound of the door closing disturbs the silence. I stared at it for a while, contemplating.

The way my instincts aren't screaming at me to be careful around him just makes me want to avoid any future encounters with that man even more.

It's simply weird.