Signs You're Falling In Love

1. Signs

 When you're in love, you begin to think your beloved is unique. The belief is coupled with an inability to feel romantic passion for anyone else. Some believe this single-mindedness results from elevated levels of central dopamine — a chemical involved in attention and focus — in your brain.  

Viktor continued to wave frantically at the horde of cameras on the pair of us, the bright lights hurting as my eyes focused in on the group of paparazzi and news reporters hidden behind their cameras.  Viktor's pearly white teeth on full display as the announcers welcomed me into the competition over the booming speakers-crowds erupting in ear deafening screams for both Viktor and I. Frantically clapping as each and everyone stood, smiles on their faces and banners raised into the air for me.

I rested my forearm onto the stainless steel white edge of ring, leaning myself over slightly with a small smile I could feel playing against my lips. Letting my other hand raise and fingers intertwine around the black tie hung around his neck. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled his tie down. In reaction, his body jolted forward-torso now lean over the edge of  the ring. Face inches from me, his hot breath tickling my top lip yet keeping my attention diverse on his pale cheek-ignoring his blue ones staring straight into my own. I could feel my cheeks burning from the way the tip of my nose touched his cheek, the urge to just kiss him right there and then overpowered my ability to think straight. 

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

The so familiar sounds of cameras clicking rung even louder throughout the stadium, as more flashes erupted at us at the sudden action of myself. I could see the crowds expressions behind Viktor, the coaches and fellow competitors all watching on waiting for something to happen. Ignoring them all, I focused in on the slightly heavy breathing of the stunned Viktor.

"I won't go easy on you, that's my love after all." I whisper, mocking Viktors words from only a week ago. He breaths the smallest of laughs, a smile creeping it's way onto his lips full of fondness.

"Show that love to not only me, but the whole audience-show the whole world your true eros" He whispers out with that voice so deep, his thick accent lingering so profoundly making me melt. His sexy smirk only making me blush more profoundly. His whisper made my heart flutter, everything he says does.

Him in general does.

Viktor being Viktor does.

Always. 

Falling in love often leads to emotional and physiological instability. You bounce between exhilaration, euphoria, increased energy, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, trembling, a racing heart and accelerated breathing, as well as anxiety, panic and feelings of despair when your relationship suffers even the smallest setback. These mood swings parallel the behavior of drug addicts. And indeed, when in-love people are shown pictures of their loved ones, it fires up the same regions of the brain that activate when a drug addict takes a hit.

So really, being in love is an addiction.

"Yuri, your posture is slack" Viktor softly mumbles from behind. I feel my chest tighten as he says my name in that beautiful thick accent of his, I stopped skating-my skates crushing up ice beneath them as I tried to return my breath back to a steady pace.

"Hmm-?" Before I could even register anything, I had turned for his voice behind me-only to flinch back as when I did, he was already inches from me-looking down onto me with that smile that makes me melt as much as I don't want to admit it it.

"Here, chest in-" His hand raises, lay rested on my beating heart as he gently pushed in my chest to allow me to push back my tense shoulders resuming a straight posture. I can feel the heat in my cheeks burn, my heart beating so fast by his touch that I could hear it in my chest.