Tell him the truth!
No! Not yet.
“You shouldn’t have come.” Nevaeh removed her hand and left the chair. Walking over to the balcony doors, she opened it for him. “I’ll see you in the morning, Aron.” His eyes followed her, but he did not. Nevaeh did not look at him for the longest time, but soon stole a glance and was caught in his stare.
He sighed, standing slowly, eyes always trained on her. Aron sauntered, his slow approach more like a predator stalking prey with his eyes dark, and the air between them suffocating. When he was within a breath’s reach, his hand slid over hers that held the door and he slowly pushed it shut. Neveah attempted to look away, to find something to distract herself with, averting her attention to the most uninteresting element in her room in order to
