I laugh. "What? How do I ‘act’?"
He raises his eyebrows at me. "You really wanna see how you act?" he asks.
"Sure," I say, crossing my arms.
Rava clears his throat. Straightens up. And then he looks right into my eyes.
Stares, actually. "…Okay. Watch."
His eyes drop to my mouth.
"Why are you looking at my mouth?" I ask.
"Because that’s whereyoureyes usually go when I talk. You know, for someone who claims he ‘doesn’t do anything,’ you study me a lot."
I cross my arms. "I don’tstudyyou. I just have eyes."
He leans in a little. "Yeah? You ‘just have eyes’ way too close to my face, then."
"You’re the one in my face right now."
"Obviously," he murmurs, and before I can move, his fingers wrap around my wrist. His thumb presses against my pulse. "Your pulse is racing," he says.
Fucker. "Because you’re being weird," I shoot back.
"So you admit you’re uncomfortable."
I swallow. "I’m not uncomfortable."
"Then hold eye contact. If it doesn’t bother you."
"Iamholding it."
"You broke it twice already."
"No I didn’t."
"You did."
"I didn’t." I take a step back.
"Look at you," he says, stepping closer. "You’re already pressing into the wall."
"Where the hell do you want me to go?" I laugh. "You caged me in!"
"Exactly. Feels familiar yet?"
"No."
"Liar. I said keep your eyes on me."
"Don’t tell me what to do."
"You used to tellmewhat to do all the time." His face gets closer.
"Rava," I warn.
"Hmm?"
