
She was so close—so close he could almost feel the heat of her body, the subtle shift of her weight as she stood just out of his reach. Her presence was magnetic, pulling him in even though there was a clear space between them, a boundary that she had no intention of crossing. Her eyes, though, they were a different story. Her gaze was intense, deliberate, like a pull he couldn’t resist. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t touching him—her eyes alone were enough to make him want to cross the gap between them.
He tried to keep his distance, but the way she looked at him made it impossible to. Her gaze was quiet, almost calculating, but there was an undeniable heat in it that made every fiber of his being respond. He could feel the tension building in the air between them, thick and charged with something unspoken. He was aware of every inch of space between them, but more than that, he was aware of how much he wanted to close it.
Her eyes flickered to his lips for just a moment, and that was all it took. His breath caught, and he found himself leaning in, just slightly, before he could stop himself. She noticed, of course—how could she not? The subtle shift in his posture, the way his body betrayed his desire, was exactly what she had been waiting for. But she didn’t move. She didn’t step forward. She just stood there, letting the tension build, letting him feel the pull of her presence without offering anything in return.
Her eyes locked onto his again, and this time, there was a glint of something darker in them—a challenge. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him. She wasn’t going to give him what he wanted right away. Instead, she was going to make him ache for it. She was going to make him need it. And with every glance, every flicker of her eyes, she was drawing him closer, bit by bit, without ever lifting a finger.
He didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. The space between them was torturous, the silent invitation in her eyes unbearable. He was caught, trapped in the quiet tension she had created, unable to move forward and unwilling to pull away. It was in those moments that he realized—she wasn’t just standing out of his reach. She was making him want her even more by keeping that distance.