Your Gaze Hits The Side Of My Face Novels & Stories

I wish I could meet it, see it, touch it, feel it. I try to look behind me when I hear the sound of footsteps from that side and my sight captures the face of the man because of whom I am here. I involuntarily shiver under his gaze. He smirks and walks out of the room and I release a sigh of relief. Can't our places be reversed? I mean he is on the hospital bed and I am roaming freely or something like that?

Chase said, his eyes trained on my neck. I gingerly touched the skin, feeling my cheeks flushed. The smirk disappeared from his face and he closed his eyes once again.

"Um, stop staring at me like that, you are creeping me out." "You are hard to predict. I did not expect you to walk up to me and threaten to break my head, that's new." He admitted, peering closely at my face. I rolled my eyes everywhere but his face. His observing gaze stared deeper, burning holes into my face. The more he stared, the closer he got until he was breathing on my face, increasing the proximity of our bodies.

"Sunshine, look at me. Please." The plea in his voice undoes something inside me. Slowly, I lift my gaze from his shoes to his throat, then to his jaw that's clenched so tight I'm surprised it doesn't crack, and finally to his eyes. When our gazes meet, his breath catches audibly, and his grip on my face tightens just slightly.

The tone became lower, and his malicious laugh vanished. As if that threat hit the mark, his trembling hand fell lifelessly to his side, and the sound of the gun falling to the ground clearly sounded from the silent room. Despite my weakness and almost fading consciousness, I still notice how he glances at my side as if he is looking directly at me. For a moment, I am so sure, our gazes met. However, I can’t see his face clearly. Only his menacing green eyes, tinged with pain, stared directly at me. Obviously, I can't see his face clearly, but those eyes are too clear in my mind as if they are already registered in my brain.

Something that felt unpleasant just by looking at it. My eyes were glued to them while they talked. The woman had her back facing me, but even from behind I could tell she was beautiful. I heard Nix calling my attention, but my focus was still on them. Then suddenly, I felt his palms on my cheeks, gently but firmly turning my face toward him. I was met with his furrowed brows and his emotionless, steady gaze. I blinked rapidly, startled. “I want your attention, nothing else. Focus on me, darling.”

I smiled as I walked toward her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s go?” I softly said. She nodded with a smile. However, at that moment, I felt a prickly sensation on the side of my face—like someone was staring at us. With that, I turned my gaze to the side, feeling my heart stop.

My gaze shifted to his clenched fists, and then our eyes met. Fear gripped me as I witnessed the intensity of his glare. The cold aura emanating from his body made me shiver with apprehension. He closed his eyes, relaxed his hands, and let out a deep breath. "Whenever someone hits my face, I seem to lose control, Ava," he confessed, opening his eyes to meet mine. "Just don't try it again."

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. I should have moved.I didn't.His fingertips barely touched my temple.The contact was so gentle that it hurt more than anger would have.His eyes searched mine."You're afraid of me."I swallowed."Sometimes."His hand fell."I know.""And sometimes..."I stopped.His gaze sharpened."Sometimes what?"I looked away."I don't know."Neither of us spoke.Then a gunshot cracked somewhere outside.

He focused on me. His gaze clung to my face, my every move. I tried to ignore it, but it didn’t take long before I caved. My eyes met his. “You're making me nervous,” I muttered. Amusement flickered on his lips. “Am I?” "Yes," I said with a scowl. "Stop looking at me like that." He dragged his teeth slowly over his bottom lip. “Like what?” I swallowed hard. “Like you want to” I stopped myself, realizing I was about to pour gasoline on the fire.