Suspicion

by Emi.x

He watched her make her away across the hall, looking every bit as delicious as he remembered. He cursed himself. They were apart to save her, weren't they? He had spent months trying to forget her... but how could he forget the only person he had ever allowed in? He had to, it was the only way to keep her from experiencing the inevitable pain being with him would bring. Wasn't it?

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Expecting?

Everything seemed much more significant now she could feel his eyes on her. Every movement was being scrutinized and over analysed by his brilliant mind, or at least that's what her over imaginative brain was telling her. She felt trapped by the questions swimming through her mind; she could feel her body tingling with want just by knowing his eyes were on her.

Her body was still so in tune with his, her body as traitorous as ever. She knew he was watching her, and she realised it was decision time. Does she break down? Let him know she is dead without him, or does she play this charade and make him think she can live without him?

She quickly stood from her seat, feeling her heart rate increase. If she ran to Christian now, he would be able to save her. She slowly eased back into her seat, cursing her inability to think clearly under his gaze. He didn't want her anymore, he didn't care about her. Why was he going to help her when he tossed her aside without so much as a second thought?

She placed her elbow on the bar, and shifted so she could rest her head on her hand, hoping to keep her face void of the battle she was going through in her head. She guessed it was time to make him think she didn't need him, like he had proved to her.

Ana blinked hard, and remembered her promise to herself. To make Elena pay, to prove she wasn't some little mouse she could push over. Although she didn't know how to do it, she knew the best way was to prevent her from getting Christian, but she wasn't sure how she would manage this one yet, since the man didn't want her anymore; not even as a friend.

A hand touched her gently on the shoulder, causing Ana to return from her thoughts and turn in her seat. Remembering herself, she smiled warmly at the male, who took a seat in front of her.

David took her hand, and raised it to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss onto the back of her hand. She blushed, partially because she was unused to this sort of attention and partially because she could still feel his gaze on her, making her wish it was him who was kissing her hand. She giggled slightly, pushing the thought to one side, and remembering how her mother or Kate would respond to such an action; bashfully.

She saw a shift in his eyes, and cursed herself as she realised he had drawn confidence from her response. He leant forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and it was all she could do not to shove his arm off of her and walk away from him. She felt her facial features rearrange themselves into a picture of disgust, and she quickly pulled back the calm exterior she had previously exuded, and pulled her lips into a small smile.

She realised how weird their current position looked, and so leaned into him resting her head on his upper arm. At that moment, she realised her was no longer staring at her, and bit her lip to prevent her sigh from escaping. Seems he had gotten the message, and Ana cursed the sadness she was feeling as a result. What else had she really expected?