His head angled just barely, the slight gesture intensifying his steel-cut stare. The simmering at the back of my neck from when we first saw each other started again, sizzling and prickling, and I wanted to squirm beneath his locked focus. I decided I didn’t like the way he stared at me. It was dissecting and… almost intimate? As if his eyes were a cold sweat dripping down my spine, pulling me to attention and trying to seep beneath my layers of skin and baggage.
