Sugar Pie

This conversation was drastically taking another turn, I loved the feeling of pinning Megan down with my words, to know her intentions, to see whether she had feelings for me or not.

My many questions were already making Megan feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't help but ask her.

"Look at me, coucou," I instructed kindly.

She hesitated, but then when she stared at me, she had weak eyes, as they kind of expressed her emotions right now.

When I was certain that I had Megan's full attention, I asked softly, not wanting to stare her away.

"If you are not afraid of me, yet you stopped me from venturing into you, does that mean you are afraid of the act?" I inquired.

The reason why I was asking these questions was that I wanted to know what the problem is if I troubled her or not.

I had asked her to look at me because I wanted to see the emotions in her eyes, to know whether she is guilty of what I am saying or not.