Silent Heart, Hidden Desires

7

He leans closer, his breath warm against my skin. "You're jealous because you want me, and you want me badly." His words are a whispered promise, a seductive invitation that stirs something deep within me.

My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of desire and fear. I want to push him away, to deny the truth that his words lay bare. But the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his touch, holds me captive. I am lost in the storm of his gaze, adrift in the intoxicating whirlpool of his desire.

"I... I don't know what to say," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmurs, tracing a finger along my jawline. "Just let me feel it. Let me feel the way you want me, the way you crave me."

His touch sending an igniting fire that spreads like wildfire through my veins. I am lost, consumed by the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch. Finally breaks free, flooding my senses with an intoxicating rush of passion.

I lean into him, my lips parting, a silent invitation. I want him, crave him, with a ferocity that surprises even me. I am desperate, my entire being consumed by the need to feel his lips against mine. I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, my lips brushing against his, seeking the connection I crave.

But Alistair pulls back, his eyes hardening, a cold edge to his gaze. "Lia." he says, his voice a low, clipped whisper. "Stop."

The heat of his touch is gone, replaced by a chilling coldness that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips are mere inches from mine, yet they feel a world away. The desire that has been burning within me, the passion that has consumed me, suddenly feels like a foolish mistake.

I push forward, my lips seeking his, my desperation growing. I want him, need him, with a ferocity that I can't control. But Alistair holds firm, his jaw set, his gaze unwavering.

There's a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of desire, a spark of the same heat I feel. But it's quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold resolve that chills me to the bone. He wants me, I can see it, but something, some invisible force, holds him back.

I pull back, my heart aching with a mixture of frustration and a strange sense of relief. I have been so desperate, so foolish. And now, I am left with nothing but the bitter taste of rejection and the crushing weight of my own naivete.

Alistair doesn't speak, doesn't move. He just stands there, his face a mask of indifference, as I walk away, my heart heavy with shame and a longing that will forever remain unfulfilled.

—

The silence in the car is a living, breathing entity, a suffocating weight pressing down on my chest. It's been this way since we left his house, since he refused to kiss me. He keeps talking, trying to fill the space with his words, but I can't bring myself to listen. My eyes are glued to the passing scenery, The sun, a pale orange disc, peeked over the horizon, painting the sky with soft hues of pink and gold. Dew-kissed grass glistened in the early light, and the air was crisp and cool.

His hand, the one not gripping the steering wheel, is tracing circles on my thigh. It's a familiar gesture, meant to soothe, but it only makes me want more of him. I can feel his frustration building, the way his jaw clenches, the way his breathing grows shallower. It's like a storm brewing under the surface, a tempest of emotions he's trying to hold back.

"Lia." he says, his voice a low growl, "Why are you ignoring me?"

I don't answer. I can't. The words are trapped in my throat, tangled with disappointment and a desperate need for something he won't give me.