flustered
her
heartbeat kicks as he approaches
her
hands fumble
scattering
spirals and papers
to
her feet
a
text tumbles
skids
to a stop by his sneakered foot
a
blush heats her neck
embarrassment
and shyness
drop
her
to
her knees
she
shovels her mess into a careless pile
"Is
this yours?"
his
voice teases her to look upward
meet
his mischievous eyes
a
gallant knight,
he
kneels before her
neatly
straightening her papers
his
smile broadens
he
skims his fingertips over her hand
grasps
her by the elbow
nudges
her to her clumsy feet
she
ducks her chin to chest
mumbles,
"Thanks"
as
he confidently strides away
"Stupid,
stupid, stupid!"
she
berates herself
for
her tongue-tied timidity
surreptitiously,
she watches him—
she
longs for his voice to say her name
daydreams
her
first kiss
mixing
his hot and eager experience with her innocence
stealing
her breath—her heart
he
ignores the teasing banter of his friends
feels
honored by her worship
encourages
her with attention
gentled
by his kindness
he
dismisses his own longing
for
her sweetness
he understands her purity
he
cherishes
her
silent longing
he
knows
his
fast and furious nature
lures,
tempts, mesmerizes
and
so he protects her from herself
Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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