For a moment he didn't answer, just watched me like he was trying to peel off the layers of my skin.

I didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there with my hands clenched at my sides and my heart racing.

Why was he looking at me like that? So intensely, like there was something he knew about me that I didn't.

“Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, finally breaking the silence but still he didn't respond, just continued watching me.

I swallowed, fighting the need to shrink in fear.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me in fear. After last night, I came to...