Pang Of Guilt

"What's making you smile so?" Suddenly, his menacing yet buttery voice rang into her ears, breaking her out of her reverie as she whipped her head toward him.

He had a smug look on his face as if he had won some sort of trophy, while his smoky eyes locked onto her with intensity.

"Uh..nothing." She hastily blurted out defensively while gulping down her nervousness.

"Have you forgotten I can read your mind?" He noted.

"You shouldn't! You're..."

"Invading your privacy?" He interrupted her before she could finish the sentence.

As she was about to speak, he bested her to it again "Fret not love, I didn't invade your privacy but most of the time it's obvious what's going through that head of yours." He pointed out, a half smile hanging on his lips.

"Tell me more about me then, you seem to know a lot about me." She remarked with curiosity in her eyes.