The more they talk, the more she feels it.

Her skin feels flushed and for a moment she worries that even he can feel the heat radiating from her. Time seemed to go faster than ever whenever they were together, at times she even found herself pleading with the clock to slow down.

The nerves in her stomach start to feel less like butterflies and more like cicadas that never seem to stop vibrating, causing her to fidget with her hands nervously. Every cell in her body seems to ignite when he’s around. The tidal of emotions soon begin to cloud her brain with fear and anxiety, wondering if she might’ve made this whole scenario up in her head. She shuttered at the thought.

But as he gently replaces her hand with his own, interlocking their fingers, a surge seems to flow through her veins like ocean waves: rushing over her freely before drifting backwards and taking every doubt with it.