Chapter 180 - I was bound to fall in the pit I have dug. (2/2)

Eshan's breath tickled my earlobe and involuntarily I shrank back my neck. When did he get so close? How could he catch me so soon?

After that my surroundings quietened down. Eshan did not make a single sound. If not for the arms around me, I would have thought I was hallucinating things. Thankfully, it was not the case.

But why would he stay silent?

What was he doing?

When after a while, I felt no movement from him, my senses refused to calm down. They wanted to know what was going around. Would it kill if my curiosity stayed put? Forget it, I was bound to fall in the pit I have dug.

Gingerly opening a slit in my eyes, I looked ahead. Immediately I closed the slight opening when I found Eshan smiling down at me.

My heart started beating erratically at that beautiful smile on that handsome face of his.

'Ah! Calm down you fool!'

Why was my heart behaving like a teenager? Being an a.d.u.l.t what was there I have not read, watched or listened?

Yet, in front of the man before me, why would I become timid like a newly wedded bride? The time we spent together was not a small where his slightest touch should leave me with tingling. However, it was exactly what was happening.

”What, now? You don't like this face?” I heard Eshan's playful voice. How could he find time to be mischievous now?

Something touched my forehead when I remained silent. Nibbling at my lower lip with teeth, I wondered what it was.

I sighed helplessly when Eshan's warm breath caressed my face. It was his forehead that was pressing against mine.

My hands by my side clenched in the fists. The close proximity created a havoc in my heart, it became unbearable for me to forget about what had transpired between us. The increased beating of my heart worried me. I needed to hold on and calm down.

Unless I wanted to make a fool out of myself, I needed to avoid looking in those hypnotizing eyes of his.

”Won't you look at me?” Eshan whispered softly. He pulled away from my forehead. It must be hard for him to bend down at my level. However, when he retreated, it left me feeling a little relieved. Handling his deep voice accompanied by the warm air leaving his nostrils, and those strong hands holding me caged was a task I could not handle.

And, above all were his words enough to flip my insides.

I was bound to fall in the pit I have dug.How was I meant to handle this?

Just how?

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