Now, my heart started pounding wildly inside my rib cage. My body stiffened as he got closer to me, just an arm-length, then he stopped. Just right there. Towering over me. The air feels heavy, almost electrified, with an undeniable presence that makes everything else seem to fade into the background.
There's a rush of warmth to my face, a subtle blush that I hope goes unnoticed. The gaze from his cold eyes feels both intense and intimate, as if his looking right into my soul.
Stay still! Don't budge. Maintain eye contact! Be calm! He's no longer your crush, remember?
"Do I need to come this close for you to hear what I'm saying?"
I'll make sure to clean my ears three times a day!
Stay composed you weak lassie! Stop staring at his lips!
How? Damn it! His scent is driving me crazy! B
