I See The Way You Look At Me When You Think I Won't Notice

It's almost comical, the game we play. Our gazes flit from one dreary corner of the room to the other, never crossing and never touching, not even for a moment. If they were to meet, I am afraid of the consequences that will surely follow. For, hidden beneath the delicate shroud of civility and the gentle comradery we share, exists an all-consuming longing for more. For heated touch, tender words, and the forbidden gaze we are predestined to fall victim to.