38 parts Ongoing Mature"Doesn't it get exhausting, always fighting your feelings?" I whisper, my voice slow and careful, afraid that if I speak too loud, I'll shatter whatever fragile connection we have in this moment.
His hazel eyes lock onto mine, searching, as if trying to find an answer he isn't ready to give. Seconds pass-maybe minutes. I can't tell. He just keeps staring, his gaze heavy, unreadable. And then, finally, he shakes his head.
"What are you doing to me, Aurora Dushku?"