As an eerie silence fell over the room, I knew I had made a mistake.
Oh god. Why did I just say that?
"Say that again." Sherlock said, muscles visibly tensing beneath his black trench coat.
"N… no," I managed to stutter as I stumbled backwards over a chair. "I said nothing."
My back hit something cold and solid. I half-registered that it was the wall.
His steely gaze never wavering, Sherlock advanced on me quickly. When he was merely inches from me, he halted. He glared at me under his dark, curly locks.
I could see him studying my eyes for answers. He occasionally flicked his gaze downward onto my body, searching for any outward signs that might clue him in. He was critical, calculating, cold, searching.
I sunk into myself as I pressed my body as flat as I could against the wall. As soon as I saw an opening, I made a slight movement to bolt from the room. Sherlock's arms shot up to grab my shoulders and block my escape.
"You will not leave until you explain," he said sternly, shoving my back against the wall. "We both know it was not 'nothing'."
As I breathed in the scent of his earthy cologne, my knees buckled slightly and I bit my lip. He snorted in amusement as he noticed the slight change in my demeanor.
"Sherlock, please," I pleaded as my whole body began to shake.
"Say that again," he repeated, leaning forward dangerously. His icy eyes still never left mine.
"I…" I hesitated, my breath catching in my throat. He tightened his grip on my shirt.
"You WHAT?" Sherlock's said impatiently. "Come on, use your words!"
"I love you," I spit out, my face turning a deep scarlet. "Happy?!" I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Sherlock's eyes widened and his lips parted into a devilish smirk.
"Yes."