"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. He looked gorgeous standing in nothing but his low cut leather pants and combat boots. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. The black depths burning holes through my skin. "You're important to them." "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. His shoulders were tense and the room was especially quiet apart from my nervous breathing. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. The intensity in his wouldn't let me look away even though I wanted to crawl in a hole with how weak I sounded begging to know his feelings. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine as he closed his eyes. His hand traveled from my cheek to my hair threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and opening his eyes again, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have."