Don't like pasta, I like you

**Emily’s POV**

I took a step away from him when he took two toward me. His eyes which were dark and brooding now bore into mine and in them held an expression, so intense that I couldn’t quite understand what it meant, but it still sent shivers up my spine.

He looked like he could literally undress and see through my shabby clothes without having to bother about taking them off, and that thought alone was enough to send me sprawling.

A sweet familiar sensation ran up my body due to the way he looked at me and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sort of emotions this strange man could ignite in my body without having to try too hard.

“I feel quite uncomfortable with the way you’re staring at me.” I blurted; and as soon as the words flew out of my mouth, I slapped my hands against my lips in embarrassment.

I didn’t just say that. Did I?!

“Why?” He drawled sexily, coming closer.

“I uhm…never mind.” I stuttered but when he still wouldn’t stop stalking me, I added; “You’ve been staring like