Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Harper

As I waited, I held my breath, expecting him to tell me that he wasn’t coming in because he had things to do.

Instead, he stepped forward without a word, his chest brushing against my shoulder as I stood in the doorway. The gentle pressure still sent me stumbling half a step back, just enough for my spine to graze the doorframe.

While he wasn’t even trying, every movement of his seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Once he was inside, I smiled to myself as I closed the door, glad he didn’t leave the way he did the previous day.

Turning around to face him while standing in place, I said, “Have a seat.”

He still didn’t say a word as he took his seat, looking around like it was the first time he’d been to my place.

When his eyes finally landed on me, he spread his legs slightly and leaned back like he owned the place. He rested one arm lazily along the backrest, the other hand sliding down until his palm came to rest on his thigh. My eyes followed the motion and I could already hear him inviting me to sit in his lap. I already knew that if that were to happen, I’d go to him right away, but that invitation never came.

His next words weren’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but they were still enough to get my body temperature rising even more as he scanned the curves of my body.

“I’m thirsty.”

The way he said each word made me wonder if he meant water at all.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be right back,” I managed to say, trying to sound unaffected.

I turned and walked away, pretending to focus on the sound of my own footsteps, but I couldn’t stop myself from seeing him one last time. It was for this reason that I glanced back at him when I reached the corner. There he was, still in his seat, his eyes fixed on me. He wanted me to know that he was watching the view from the back.

When I came to the kitchen, I placed my hands on the counter, trying to get my heartbeat back to normal as I took a few deep breaths.

The marble might have felt cool on my palms, but it did nothing to keep me at ease.

I still had the image of him on that couch while looking at me.

It was only when I realized he was waiting that I stepped away from the counter and approached the fridge with a glass. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tried to focus on the simple sound of liquid hitting the glass.

Then, I heard the footsteps, slow but heavy, like he wanted me to know that he had followed me.

I froze with the bottle in my hand, no longer pouring water into the glass.

I only wanted to see the look on his face since he’d followed me, but just as I was about to turn around, his voice cut through the silence.

“Don’t,” he said, low and calm, but dominating enough to make me bite the side of my bottom lip.

My grip on the bottle tightened slightly as I continued facing the glass in front of me.

I did exactly as I was told, telling myself not to move even a muscle.

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