I walk, my eyes on my palms,
I don't look back,
I don't look in front,
Neither do I look on my sides,
I bump into something hard, I hiss angrily.
I sigh, I look up,
Staring into those deep coffee-brown eyes, my heart skips a bit,
I pause,
I lick my lower lip,
I lift my eyes again,
Four coffee-brown eyes looking at each other with admiration and love,
I feel my heart racing,
Darn,
He was holding me by my waist,
I feel...