His hand was dangling just inches from mine, his nose pressed to the glass like a little boy at a toy shop. Suddenly I was painfully aware of the heat radiating from me, from him; painfully aware that my heart was pounding so loudly I could feel it in my ears; painfully aware that if I moved my hand just a little, our hands would touch. I did not dare to look into that pair of crinkly, half moon eyes; could not help but drop my own eyes for fear that looking into them would reveal my secret. I was falling for everything – His lopsided dimpled smile, his wheezy laughter, his lame jokes, his pompous righteousness, every little quirk. I fell in love the way you fell asleep : slowly, then all at once. Looking at him was like looking into the sun; stare too long and it would scorch me.