He’s still talking.
In my desperation I find myself staring again. I’m back on square one wondering what the hell I’m going to do now.
It’s that same moment he looks right at me and our eyes lock.
A pang of desire streaks through me, tangling our gazes in a combustion of heat so strong I find I can’t look away.
I’m trapped in his icy blue stare, held to the spot and I know what that something is I felt earlier. It’s undeniable, raw attraction.
When he doesn’t look away either, it hits me I just might have planted the first seeds of getting closer to him.
The seeds of interest.