My breath hitched in my throat when Adam stopped at my words, and turned to face me. But not just his face now, but his entire frame, only that his rib area was on the hay, and his body was at a 180 degree angle.
He was staring right at me, his eyes running full of emotions that were not healthy to my heart.
"Why did you turn? I think you should return to your former position." I said meeting his gaze head on, aware that any slight movement I did now would sell off myself; that he was affecting me. If he was not already on that by my words.
"Do I make you uncomfortable, Dora?" Adam's eyes perused the contours of my face as if commiting the edges of my face, or rather mask to memory, though I noticed that his gaze lingered the most on my lips when his eyes caught them.
"Yes, you make me uncomfortable, Adam. I don't like you, your brothers included. You all have this negative aura. Are you going to continue the story or not?"
