The intensity of the moment brings my body to a test. I couldn’t handle the situation and yet I sit still, waiting. I know that if I just sit there long enough in front of you that I would be fine. But then again the moment my hand touches yours skin. It’s all over. How do I go on? So you strike a conversation to make the situation bearable. Was it enough or was I still nervous that I continue on. Were you attracted to me...