I Can Feel What You’re

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

Here's To Responsibility," He Toasted. "twice A Week." "and Recklessness Every Day In Between," I Emphasized. He Grinned And Touched His Can To Mine.

Do You Think I’ll Ever Get Better At This? That My Heart Might Someday Stop Trying To Jump Out Of My Chest Whenever You Touch Me?

Sometimes You Have To Learn To Love What's Good For You.