“I’ve been watching you,” he said slowly.
My heart beat a little faster at that confession and I tilted my head at him, my hair spilling over my shoulder and drawing goosebumps along my skin in the process. Darius observed the movement like he was starving for it, like anything and everything I did now was fascinating to him.
“Why?” I asked slowly, needing his answer like I needed to draw breath.
“Because that’s what I do,” he said slowly. “I watch you and hunger for you and ache for you. It torments me like I torment you.”
The fire in my veins burned hotter at that confession and I shifted in the sand, biting down on my lip as I looked up at him. His gaze lingered on my mouth and the ache in my shoulders heightened to the point of pain for a moment before fading beneath my flesh again.
“Then why do it?” I asked. “Why not just look away?”
“I’d find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you.”