Novel & Cerita Pay Attention To Me

Please don’t let me die, I still have so many women to bed! Bob the security guard stayed in a hunched position for what seemed like a very long time, praying to every enlighted name he knew, from Jesus to Krishna to Buddha. “Bob…” a voice called out. Bobs eyes shot open and the hair at the back of his neck literally stood up. Shit…no..stay away…. “Bob….” the voice called again. Leave me alone…. A cold bony finger poked his back and Bob screamed, jumping up, “AHHHHHHHH!”

It didn’t move. That was the first thing I noticed. Not a step. Not a shift. Not even a twitch. Just stood there across the street. Watching me. My grip tightened around the phone. “Someone’s here,” I said quietly. Her voice sharpened instantly. “Don’t describe it. Don’t focus on it too much.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?” “Because attention works both ways,” she said. “The more you lock onto it, the more it locks onto you.”

I didn't think anything could even move him unless he wished it. He only looked back at her, expression serene. Again, an image of him watching me over the phone and even having an erection from watching me floated through my mind. No. I needed to focus. I'd tuned out the rest of their conversation, even if I had to actually pay attention to get the main gist.

But it doesn't worth the uncessary attention. “Look whatever you believe this is. I can assure you I don't know who you are and I don't care. Don't go around assuming people wants your attention.” I let out at once, I would rather died than get involve with him. He looked surprised for a moment before schooling his expression. He didn't move, his gaze lowered and stayed on my neckline. Heat rushed to my face. “Be mindful” he said quietly. Of what ? My words or my footing. “I am” I replied,it came out sharper than I intended.

She studies me for a second. Then smiles slowly. “Okay,” she says. “I like this version of you.” I don’t respond. Not out loud. But as I move through the next order, call the next name, meet someone’s eyes without looking away too quickly I realize something small has settled into place. The attention is still there. The noise hasn’t disappeared. But it doesn’t feel like something I need to escape anymore. It feels like something I can stand inside. And not move.

Whoever thought they were controlling this. Had just made one mistake. They assumed I was still reacting. Still trying to keep things together. Still playing safe. My grip tightened around the phone. A slow smile touched my lips. Small. Cold. “Now I’m paying attention.” And this time...... I wasn’t the one being watched. I was the one starting to look back.

Megan I jump when a hand is waved in front of my face. I look around and see Natalie looking at me oddly. “Megan? Hello?” “Hmm? What?” I respond without looking at her. “You’re not paying attention, are you?” Natalie sighs. “Honestly, you’re the one who wanted to watchThe Last of Us, and you’re the one not even paying attention.”

He looked at me — the full, complete looking, the bilateral attention. "You never lose track," he said. "No," I said. "Usually." He was quiet. "What does that mean?" he said. "I don't know," I said. "Something about — something about the difference between paying attention and being present. I've been very good at paying attention. I'm still learning to be present." "You were present," he said. "Just now. While I played." "Yes," I said. "Without the notebook," he said. "Without the notebook," I confirmed.

I didn’t mean it. Come back. My jaw tightens at the thought. Yeah, right. Marcella doesn’t do that. She doesn’t say things she doesn’t mean. Which means…Athis isn’t a game. She’s serious. And somehow, that makes it worse. “Lucas.” I blink, snapping out of it as a hand waves slightly in front of my face. Daniel again. “When was the last time you actually paid attention to what you’re doing?” he asks. “I am paying attention.”

“You pay attention.” “To what?” “Everything.” Her gaze held mine for a second… Then dropped. Not far. Just enough to make me aware of exactly where she was looking. My breath hitched. “You’re tense,” she noted. “I’m trying not to be.” “Don’t try.” Her voice softened slightly. “Just notice it.” I swallowed. Easier said than done. Her hand lifted, slow enough that I saw it coming. Slower still when it got close. Like she was giving me time to stop her.