8. Distance

Kiara's POV:

"I thought you wrote you are obeying me." The words leave his lips in a very deep, huskily, and hot voice.

Damn I knew it was a dumb idea to write that. Instead of letting him know I already regret writing those words in the first place, I bob my head up in a cocky manner and retort. "That only obliges to my work, to nothing else. And I don't see what my eating has to do with my work."

"Dammit, you drive me fucking insane. Why can't you simply do what I want you to do?"

"Because...," my words get stuck in my throat as Dean moves closer, breathing heavier and heavier. I'm caught between him and the wall, which is even intenser than the desk yesterday.

"Because?" He questions in a slightly husky voice.

All the words in my mind have disappeared into nothing. He moves even closer, his head dips down lower and his mouth right next to my ear. I can hear and feel his heavy breathing, sending sweet sensations through my body. After a few seconds, he whispers in my ear? "I'm still