“Delete that photo.”
I said in a firm tone. My heart is at it again. It’s skipping and I felt like one wrong move from James will make it jump out of my chest. His both arms are on my side. He is not totally towering me but because he is taller than me now, he is looking down at me and it’s making me really uncomfortable.
“Why? You don’t want me to take your photos?” He asked.
“It’s uncomfortable.” I answered.
He is not really that close to me. The distance between us is still normal but it’s already enough for me to hear his breathing. It’s weird that I have been having this kind of unexplainable feeling whenever he does something so unfamiliar to me. I was so used to him clinging but in a manner that doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. Everything he does now just feels so different.
