Her face was ablaze with a warmth that seemed to mirror the undeniable tension between us, a feeling we both shared, and it brought me an unexpected sense of relief. Fortunately, now that we both are feeling the same, she wouldn't jest about me blushing or trembling anymore, even though I'd still insist I wasn't.
Becca is a genuine threat to my well-being. My heart rate soars when she draws near, effectively blocking my path by pressing her palm against the wall. My very soul tightens with concern at the sight of her in pain. In her presence, my eyes lose focus on the world, and my thoughts—Oh, goodness! She's taken up residence in my mind. Nothing else elicits as much dopamine as the mere thought of her.
As my hand gently brushed against her peachy, soft, flushed cheek, a torrent of uni
