When A Guy Watches Your Every Move Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I am a bit worried Damien!” “You know I expected you to be glad to see me.” “I am.“ I said slowly. “You don’t sound happy.” “I’m just trying to be cautious.”I pointed out. “I am also doing the same thing. That’s why when I saw you leave and just had to follow you.” I glared at him, pulling my wrist free. “This sounds like you’re becoming obsessed with me, the minute I’m out of your sight you feel compelled to follow me around.” “Isn’t that how every girl likes their man?” He growled. “A little bit obsessed.”

Knowing he is thinking about me makes me breathless. When he moves, I quickly dart my head out of the way before slowly leaning back. I can't get enough. I want to watch him doing this forever. His muscles are tense, so defined and utterly beautiful I'm tempted to join him in touching myself. With the water glistening down his tattoo's, he looks otherworldly. His eyes squeeze shut, his movements quickening, his breathing increasing as he comes closer to climaxing. I quickly dip away, crawling back onto the bed, trying to control my own breathing. I shouldn't have watched that, my head is all screwed up now.

For some reason, I felt a thrill knowing he was just sitting there and watching me like I was the only thing worth looking at in the room. Without meaning to, my movements changed. Slowly and intentionally, my fingers trailing my hips and arms. My heart pounded behind my ribs, loudly, skin prickling from the heat of his gaze. With every roll of my hips, I realized I was giving him a show. Suddenly, a man in a crisp shirt stumbled into my space. He was tall, with a sure smirk on his face as he leered at me. “Hey, beautiful.” I forced a smile and turned away but he leaned closer, his hand grazing my arm as he laughed under his breath.

My eyes deny moving away and I feel like watching her enjoying herself like this. She starts dancing again, completely forgetting about the surroundings and unaware of the fact that I'm watching her. Her moves become more and more sensuous and I keep my eyes around in case any fucker is watching her. For a few moments, I can find none, until a guy comes out of nowhere, getting into their circle. He's clearly watching her and trying to get beside them. I notice him for seconds before storming there and pushing him aside before he could bump into her. That moron looks at me, surprised and I suppose my glare is enough for him since he moves away.

One stupid word. That’s all it takes. I slowly look back at him. And somehow he’s closer. I didn’t even see him move. My pulse immediately jumps. “Beckett…” “You think I don’t notice the way people look at you?” I freeze. His eyes lock onto mine. Completely serious. “You think I don’t notice when guys stare?” Every nerve in my body suddenly feels awake. “What are you talking about?” “The party.” My stomach flips. “What about it?” His jaw tightens.

“The way you move. The way you look at each other.” My pulse picked up. “You’ve been watching us,” I said. “I’ve been observing,” he corrected. That wasn’t better. “Why?” I demanded. There was a pause. Then, quieter, “Because I needed to understand.” “Understand what?” “You.” I let out a sharp breath. “There’s nothing to understand.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” His grip shifted slightly, not loosening, but changing just enough to make me more aware of how close he was.

“Unlike you.” His smile tightened. “Do you think coming here changes anything?” “I didn’t come for you,” I said. “Step aside.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Everyone’s watching you. Waiting for you to fall.” I glanced past him briefly, catching the edge of the cameras starting to turn, sensing tension. Then I looked back at him. “Then stop staring at my body and watch carefully,” I said. “You might learn something.” His jaw clenched. “You still think you’re in control,” he muttered.

“But you are watching, observing, learning.” “I am quiet, and I am shy, but I do like to watch,” I said with a grin. “I guess that’s the scientific part of me. I’ve been trained to simply watch for so long, it’s habit. You learn a lot about people when you’re not busy flapping your jaws.” He chuckled. “I bet when you’re with your girlfriends, you’re a real Chatty Kathy.” “Sometimes. I don’t need to watch and observe them. I know them inside and out.”

Yet, she does. My jaw tightens slightly. This is unnecessary. I shift my weight, intending to move. To leave it alone, to let it go. But before I did, I noticed something. A man, two seats away from her, watching. Not casually but focused. I don’t react immediately. I just watch the way his gaze lingers, the way his body angles slightly toward her, the way he waits, timing. He’s going to approach her, I can see it before it happens. My fingers curl slightly, unconsciously. And that’s when I notice it. The shift in me.

I said quietly. He laughed once without humor. “I have wanted you since before I knew what wanting was.” My breath caught. “That is not funny.” “I am not joking.” I stepped closer. “Since when?” “Well, you watched instead of listening,” he said. “Because you looked people in the eye when they attempted to intimidate you. Because you would ask questions that made the room quiet.” “You watched me.” “I noticed you.” “That sounds like watching.” He shrugged slightly. “In my world, you just observe it as a restraint.”