I tried not to look at you as you looked at me. I was afraid of being too obvious, too curious, to wanting to show you something which should stay hidden for a while yet. But your eyes stared at me from beneath long lashes and I wanted to leap out of my skin and show you what I was made of. I wanted to smirk and flirt and play act behind a wall of confidence I didn't feel.
But we're not ready for that yet. Because I'm a blade of grass and you could trample me in a second.