Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: I can take it, deep down my throat

I jerked away, my breath hitched in my throat and I froze. I could imagine them, his piercing eyes cutting into the back of my head, I could imagine them alight with only the most undesirable emotions and that made me dread facing him. Shit! How was I going to explain myself to him? This is quite embarrassing, not a good look on me at all.

"I wasn't doing anything." I rehearsed my defense in my head. I hadn't touched him yet, he can't accuse me of- wait… what did he even see?

I slowly turned my head towards his form and my eyes rose to his face and much to my surprise; he looked to be just as deeply asleep as he was a minute ago, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was calm and steady. Like how does he do that? Like how does he know the things he knows? How did he know I was in the kitchen that night when I am certain that he did not see me? It is like he has some supernatural powers or something.

I watched him closely fo