I find some comfort in the fact that she feels even more awkward than I do, not because I wish that feeling for her - not at all - but it makes it possible for me to assume some kind of leading position again, as I know she wants and needs. I sit with my knees together, and deliberately confuse her even more by abruptly bending forward to get my drink again. Her eyelashes flick open for a moment, almost instinctively, and I meet that incredibly beautiful gaze of her once again. She must have seen something in my eyes, because after having looked down again for a brief moment, she gazes directly at me with a newfound confidence that almost surprises me as I put my glass to my lips to take another deep swig.
And as soon as this infernal nervousness lets go for a moment, the heat once again
