I could feel eyes on me. Sitting in class used to be rather boring. But not right now.
I gaze to my side and raise an eyebrow. Those very brown eyes stare as though they’re trying to reach my soul.
And he isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’s staring.
Cai drags a long sigh and exhales.
“Can I help you?” I ask in a low, balance whisper. Only he can hear me. He shakes his head.
“Not really.” He mirrors my voice. I’m not convinced with his answer unfortunately. My fingers let go of my pen.
“But you’re staring.” I stare out the obvious. For some reason, I feel as though there’s a huge gap within my stomach. A little tickle here and there.
The way he’s staring at me- I can’t quite pin point what it’s doing to me.
“Can I not?”
My breath freezes for a moment. How do I give an ans
