Blush

I kept my distance. You held my gaze. And every time we laughed, I’d turn away, enamored, only to find you another edge closer.

I rounded the corner of the table during an animated recountment, trying to interrupt the magnetism; it drew you tight to the corner, and you were near-upon me once more.

You may remember it differently, perhaps bemused at this curious boy who keeps stepping back and blushing.