“No…” I touched his chin and guided his gaze back to mine. “This isn’t going to work unless I can tolerate your eyes for more than a few seconds. Is there… is there any wayyoucan just lookatme? Can you turn down the intensity?”
“I can try,” he said.
He closed his eyes, let out a slow breath, then returned his gaze to mine.
At first, I felt that same overwhelming intensity, and then—
It switched.
Something in the tiny muscles in his eyes changed, and all of a sudden I felt like an object.
“Okay, never mind, stop that. I hate that.”
A grin spread across his face. “I tried to turn it down for you.”
“I didn’t like it,” I said. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Sam chuckled and propped himself up on his elbow and his biceps bulged. “Okay, I won’t. Not unless you ask me.” He closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. “Now. Do you wanna try again?”
“Um, sure.”
Again, a few seconds passed as I held his icy gaze.
A few observational-type thoughts floated by, like,“Man, he looks like a Husky,”and,“How much longer do I have to do this? It’s like staring into the sun.”But then, as I let those thoughts peel away, my mind started to drift.
My thoughts cleared, then a sapphire mug flashed through my mind’s eye—
DANGER!
I tore my gaze from his.
“Grace, did something happen?”
“I…” I said, taking short, shallow breaths. “I can’t do that.”
“What happened?”
“It was… It was just too intense.”
“You were starting to do it. I could feel you opening up—”
“I can’t. I can’t do it.”
Sam’s eyebrows came together. “Were you scared, or—?”
“No… it was just too much at once, I think.”
“Oh. Alright.”
I sat up and held the duvet over my chest. “I need water—“
“Oh my God, I forgot to get you some,” Sam said. “I’m so sorry—I’ll be right back.”
He rolled out of bed and hurried out of the room.
I watched his perfect, muscular ass jiggle as he darted through the doorframe.
I flopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling fan.