ATHENA
Hector's heated gaze follows me all the way to the bedroom. My heart thunders with frazzled nerves as I hurriedly pull on a sweatshirt and some jeans. To aggravate him even further, I swipe a bit of gloss on my lips and pin my hair up, securing it in place with a cute hairpin.
When I step out of the room ten minutes later, he's leaning against the door, waiting for me.
I walk to the door on shaky legs, trying as hard as I can to pretend that I'm not bothered by his presence. Meanwhile, I'm about to lose my ever loving mind.
When he still remains frozen at the door, I raise a very confused brow at him.
"Excuse me."
"And where are you going?"
Taken aback by the violence in his tone, I narrow my eyes on him;
"Last I checked, you've got zero rights to ask me that question. Get out of my way."
His eyes pin me in place, dark and stormy. A shiver snakes down my spine;
"Where are you going, Athena?"
