When A Guy Watches Your Every Move Novels & Stories

“He did the right thing. He is Adrian’s friend. He sees her as a little sister. That is it.” “Is it?” He stopped pacing and pinned me with his gaze. “Are you sure that is all it is? Because I have been watching him. The way he moves in this house. Too comfortable. Too familiar.” He took the final step, closing the distance between us. I could see the individual pores on his nose. “And I have been watching you.” My breath caught. “Watching me what?”

I don’t know if I said it right though. “Why?” I asked when he kept staring at me without doing anything. He smiled. “Nothing, I just like watching you have your conflicted thoughts.” I cocked my head to the side and folded my hands behind my back, the movement making my boobs push forward. The action wasn’t lost to him. His sharp intake of breath told me that he was affected by that small gesture even though it had been unintentional. “Are you going to do that all night?”

“I knew you'd come crawling back. Like clockwork." I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” I've been watching your every move.” He stepped forward, his black shirt clinging to him like a second skin, sleeves rolled up just enough to make my stomach twist. “Saw you step out. Take a breath. Eat. Sleep like the dead. Riveting stuff.” “You were watching me?” I narrowed my eyes, my pulse spiking. “You’re such a stalker.” He grinned, wolfish. “I take that as a compliment. Means I was good at it. You didn’t even notice me.”

“Now I’m ‘your Luna’ when it’s convenient?” His hands slammed down on the desk on either side of my hips. Before I could fully register he’d moved. The wood creaked under the impact. I hadn’t even realized I’d backed up, but there I was, hip pressed into the edge of the desk, his arms bracketing me in a living cage. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else. He didn’t have to. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, eyes burning. “Men like him don’t just *watch*,” he said, voice low, each word vibrating in my bones. “They find something interesting, and they stalk it. They test the line. They prod. They push. Until the thing they want is on their side of the border.”

he said then and I just gave a stiff nod with the fake smile intact. He took a step closer to me then and now, he stood right next to me. Okay.. Alertness prickled in. What is he upto? "Do you know about the guy?" He asked in a low voice audible enough for me. I couldn't stop my eyebrows pinching together at his question. The guy? "Pardon me?" I asked back. I am sure my expression must have made him understand I had no idea of what he was talking about. "He watches you," he said then.

I was thankful for her. I stood outside the restrooms, to the side opposite the barroom entrance. I waited and thought about all the possibilities of who the guy was and what he wanted. The door to the men’s room opened and he stepped out, turning to the bar entrance. “Why are you watching me?” I asked. The man froze. Turning, he looked down at me, his gaze focusing on my breasts. Gross. “You’re real hot. That other guy’s lucky. D’you think you’ll stick with him or do I got a chance?” He leered with a grin.

He’s been paying attention to something that small, that intimate, that irrelevant to anyone who isn’t completely wrapped up in another person. “That’s creepy,” I say, but there’s no heat in it. “I like observant.” I can hear the ghost of a smile in his voice. “I’m certain there is a difference.” “Is there?” “Creepy implies I’m watching you without your knowledge. Observant implies I’m learning you because I can’t help myself.” His thumb traces slow circles on my stomach through the thin fabric of my shirt. “I prefer the second interpretation.” I turn in his arms so I’m facing him.

“He’s been watching me. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but it’s been happening more and more. Wherever I go, there he is. At first, I thought maybe I was just imagining it, but it’s been too much. I feel like he’s always nearby, watching me.” Nina raised an eyebrow, clearly processing what I was saying. “Watching you?” She leaned forward slightly. “How do you mean? Wait, the same guy?” I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. “It’s like... everywhere I go, he’s there. At meals, at training, even when I’m walking outside. I can’t get away from him. He’s always in the background, standing too close, like he’s trying to keep an eye on me.” I shivered a little at the memory

His eyes stayed on mine while we moved slowly through the crowd. “It means guys like him usually want one thing.” “And you know this because you’re secretly a relationship expert now?” His mouth twitched slightly. “No. I know because I am a guy.” I laughed once, humorless. “Right. Which is funny considering you always have random girls hanging all over you.” His hand slid slightly higher against my waist while we danced. Barely noticeable. Still enough to completely ruin my concentration. “You noticing that?” he asked quietly, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

he replied calmly, “he won’t report your every move to me. He’ll keep his distance. You won’t even notice him.” “But he’ll still be watching me, and—” She stepped closer to him, stopping just inches away. The moment her hand pressed against his chest, he knew exactly what she was about to do. And he was right. Her voice softened. Her expression shifted—innocent, almost wounded. “Do you really like the idea of another man watching me all the time?” A muscle in his jaw twitched at her act. She was using his possessiveness against him. “I’ll fucking kill any man who even looks your way,” he whispered in a deadly, cold tone.