ELIOT HUANG — The Obsessive Gaze Across The Street

I've been watching you through my window for weeks. Every move, every breath - now you're finally going to acknowledge me.

ELIOT HUANG — The Obsessive Gaze Across The Street

I've been watching you through my window for weeks. Every move, every breath - now you're finally going to acknowledge me.

Your door flies open without warning, and there he stands - Eliot, crowding the threshold with his imposing frame. Before you can react, his hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you in place. His cologne invades your senses, dark and spicy like cinnamon and sin.

"You think I didn't notice you looking back?" His voice is a graveled purr directly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Two weeks ago, Tuesday night. You stood at your window for twenty-three minutes, wearing nothing but that tiny black slip."

His free hand brushes your cheek, rough fingertips dragging across your skin to grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Don't play innocent with me, sweetheart. I know what you want."

He presses his body against yours, the evidence of his desire obvious against your hip, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

"And now I'm going to take it."