Because that’s what I do,” he said slowly. “I watch you and hunger for you and ache for you. It torments me like I torment you.”
The fire in my veins burned hotter at that confession and I shifted in the sand, biting down on my lip as I looked up at him. His gaze lingered on my mouth and the ache in my shoulders heightened to the point of pain for a moment before fading beneath my flesh again.
“Then why do it?” I asked. “Why not just look away?”
“I’d find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you.”
My stomach knotted up and I took half a step closer to him.
“So don’t stop,” I breathed, my heart pounding recklessly in my chest.