The Confrontation

Kieran's POV

I stood rooted to my spot, hoping he would just go away. It was silly, but anything would do at this point. I had specifically found Sabrina, just so I wouldn't have to bump into him, and yet, look at what had happened.

“What's going on here?” His voice had echoed all around the living room. The deep baritone of his voice was more than enough to cut through my explanation. “Sabrina? Kieran?”

Time seemed to slow to a halt as I refused to acknowledge his presence. In my mind, I was in my world, with his voice nothing but a distant distraction. But even with all of my imagination, it still wasn't enough. I was really aware of the man behind me and every part of my body felt it. A couple of inches was the only thing separating us both, but I could still feel him all around me.

His signature scent wafted through my nostrils and I found myself taking him all in, even against my wishes. Like I hadn't gone through enough, he just had to call out to me, and even that did wonders