At That Moment He Knew Novels & Stories

“You did.” The conviction in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. He spoke like a man who had already claimed victory, like he knew me better than I knew myself. And in that moment, I could not fight him on it, because he was right. I had known. Deep down, I had known that stepping into the night meant stepping into him.

How… just how… “What? What do you know!” My eyes widened. I was this close to passing out. He knew me. He knew me. My heart beat so hard I thought it would jump off my chest due to how hard it was pumping, it was too much. So it's me. It's all me. Not Varce. Or both of us. I couldn't breathe anymore. Panic set in. “Everything. I know everything, and I'll fucking tell him. If you think I don't know, try me and decide to defy me, and I'll show you how fucking crazy I am.”

How can I argue with him on this when I know he was right? That moment my eyes connected with his predatory gaze, I knew I was his.

Dead. I swallowed hard, my pulse fluttering in my throat. My mind whirled, and for a moment, I felt like the world had stopped. I had no idea how long I stayed rooted to my spot, but I knew my feet moved before I made the decision. Right now, I didn’t even care if I was limping. All I knew was that I had to see him. Now.

"I knew it from the start." I stared at him, unable to mask my shock. He’s been carrying this... this knowledge all this time? The room felt smaller, the air thicker as his words sank in. He stepped forward, his expression unflinching. "Because I was there when it happened.”

I had no idea how deep this was going to go. But I already knew I was going to show up at four. On my knees. Just like he wanted. was already

I took a moment to admire him, the envy creeping in as I recalled the effort I'd put into my own appearance. As I walked closer, he turned, His gaze locked onto mine, I swallowed hard, momentarily speechless. "I never thought you knew all this," I managed to say, the waves crashing behind us, amplifying some sort of a magic. He stepped forward, his towering frame. My breath hitched as he reached out, his hand finding mine And he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my skin, I blinked my eyes softly in order to sink the feeling .

" You- you were actually spot on, telling us to check on him and stuff as if you knew." " I knew." I cut him off without meaning to say that. His brows shoot up his head. "When we were young and whenever I got such an aching pinch, I knew it had to be him. I cant explain it, but I just knew and finding him in a state always proved me right." I don't realise that I've said so much, more like mumbled. I snap out of trail of memory lane I'd been lost in, when I notice his eyes focus on me.

"We both know what’s really going on. And we both know where this is heading." The world seemed to narrow, the air growing thinner and thinner until it felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. His presence consumed everything, and for a moment, I forgot about the office, forgot about the work, forgot about everything but him. And in that moment, I knew. This wasn’t going to stop.

He couldn’t even meet my eyes. He had known. All this time… he had known how I felt about him. The realization hit me like a vase to the head.