Before I could completely avoid him, he grabbed me by my shoulders and forced me to face him. "Stop running away." He coerced me to look at him by holding my chin up. "Stop fighting what was bound to happen."
"Why are you doing this? You can get any woman you want. Why can't you leave me alone?" I swiped his hand away and looked down, not wanting to see his eyes.
"Because I can't. I tried." He admitted. He pulled me to a nearby stool and made me sat on it while he sat on the other, facing me. That left me no choice but to face him. I could see the conflicting emotions on his face as he continued to look into my eyes.
I could sense that he was telling me the truth. He had no reason to make up a story. Was it possible that he also felt the connection between us? A strong attraction that was almost impossible to fight against because some twisted fate kept us running to each other.