I can't take my eyes off him. I always know where he is. Without looking, without turning, I can tell when he's nearby. His presence is like a flame, warming me when I'm at his side.

Can he tell? Does he feel me the same way?

That siren song of warmth calls out to me, tempting me... but if I reach out, will he burn?

The temptation is always there. Watching him now, that familiar smirk on his lips, confidence in his walk, absolutely sure of himself... my fingers itch. And I know I can't resist the flame's call much longer.



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I can feel his eyes on me whenever he thinks I'm not looking.

I don't have to look. Just having him beside me makes my heart race, my skin heat up... That's what I feel whenever we're together: heat. I could go up in flames from the heat he gives off.

I can't look. Those eyes could see right through my soul if I did.

Does he know he's doing it?

It doesn't matter. All I want is to be next to him, feeling that heat... but I'm afraid I'll get too hot... burn up.

But maybe... it's time to burn.

~finis~