Hints of possessiveness

It is heavy for my eyes to see, heavier still for your heart that carries.

I looked at him, trying not to concentrate too much on those grey, wolfish eyes. I could not bear to hear him accuse me of scrutinizing him more than I could bear my own torment and unresolved feelings by looking into his eyes.

"But you must have changed your mind. Was it a mistake?" I asked, entertaining the possibility that he suddenly wanted me out of the door now.

My eyelashes fluttered low as if I were on the wings of a butterfly trying to navigate its way.

He scratched his head, looking remotely lost.

"The only mistake I made was the decision not to see you again." He said.

He gazed at me vaguely but spoke animatedly, "I changed my mind when I woke up the next morning. I wanted your company again. Three time's a charm." He said, rather quickly for his standard.

He sounded a bit nervous but I could not be totally sure. Maybe he was getting impatient with me. His eyes held a superficial vagueness which was undecipherable.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Boardmann?" I asked, tending to the conversation delicately.

He was silent but I felt his presence enveloping me like a shroud of mist. The butterfly which fluttered in me now landed on the top buttons on his shirt, staying there as if it were nectar.

"To be honest, Lila, I do not know. I just know it feels right when you're here." He said.

Whether it was frustration, disappointment or just a statement of fact, it was impossible to tell. Upon saying that, his voice became imbued with a deep emotion which was plunged overall in sadness. Only the sadness was certain.

"Your agent raised your rate threefold. You must be very much in demand tonight. Anyhow I'm glad that I was able to rise to the occasion. You'll not be with anyone else, not while I still can afford you. I need your attention all to myself." He said.

There were hints of possessiveness in his voice. I felt goose bumps; it sent shivers to my spine. I had no other potential client bidding for me tonight, and suave speaking Penelope; in all eagerness to raise my rate; must have given him that factitious impression.

From the corners of my eyes, I could sense his eyes; roving now; piercing me with the wanton hunger of a wolf. Instinctively I kept my eyes cast further downwards to his chest. The only natural way to look was further down. I was not tall, and however high I looked up, it would have laid my eyes bare before him.