He's so cute.
The way he brushes his hair out of his eyes.
The way he twirls the pencils between his fingers.
He catches me looking and I blush.
He grins, pretending he doesn't know I was looking at him.
I don't know why he doesn't say something.
It's kind of blaringly obvious.
At this point, I don't know if he's flirting or just being the good person he is.
He deals the cards.
Hearts is such a risky game to play.
You can have your heart broken more than once in the span of a dealt round.
He had the two of clubs.
He led.
We play.
Neither of us has broken hearts yet.
A couple of rounds go by.
I'm out of spades.
I break them.
He looks at me and grins.
"You broke my heart."
I blink, not sure what he said.
Then I realize the context and laugh while a light dusting of red reaches my cheeks.
He laughs with me and plays.
After the round, we laugh while the points are being totaled by the third player.
He catches my eye and raises his eyebrows, like he can't believe it's taking them that long to total the points.
I giggle.
He makes me laugh so often, it's practically all I do when I'm with him.
He's the only one who makes me laugh this much.
So why is it so hard for me to talk to him?
Why is it so hard for me to talk to someone like him?
Someone brilliant.
Someone who listens and understands.
I don't even know who he sees me as.
Wait.
He's talking.
Oops.
He tilts his head, waiting for my response.
When he realizes that I didn't hear a word he said, he laughs.
I love his laugh.
It's so deep and rich and true.
It's just... so...
Him.
And I love that.
I love that he is true to who he is and that he makes me feel the way I do around him.
I love that-
Oh.
He's touching my wrist.
What?
Why?
His fingers tighten and I look up into his impossibly dark eyes.
He grins, and damn, do I love that smile.
My lips tilt up and I blush.
Again.
Damn, the things this boy does to me.
"Is something distracting you? You don't seem to be hearing a thing I say."
I look down, hiding my flaming cheeks behind my hair.
He grins.
He lets go of my wrist.
I miss the contact already.
I rub my fingers over my wrist, trying to get the warmth he took with him back.
"Don't look down. I can't see your eyes now."
Peeking out of the curtain obscuring both my and his view, I find him looking intently at me.
I give up.
I sit up and run my fingers through my hair, catching my glasses and sending them flying.
Now I can't see. Brilliant.
I think I see a blur of him picking them up, but I'm not sure.
The blur comes closer, and I feel the edges of my frames touch my face.
I grab them and slide them back on quickly.
He's so close.
The two or three inches separating us feel like nothing.
His index finger grazes over my jaw, and I feel it tilting my chin up.
My breath hitches.
His hair is in his eyes, and I raise my hand to brush it out of the way.
"Guys, guess who won... Again- Oh. OH. Okay. I'll, uh. Leave you to it."
