I stare at him. Stare as he focuses on his phone; knowing that he might not possibly notice me staring but I was wrong, I have always been wrong. He notices everything. Almost everything. My lips curve up into a smile when I see him glancing my way.
His blue eyes held different emotions. Different meanings. Yet, I never get to discover them. I always end up lost; he manage to do that to people—to me.
He sighs, lifting his hand up to caress the side of my cheek with the back of his hand—making me feel sparks flowing right through his fingers; sending jolts of electricity. Both of us didn't need to utter a single word because we both knew how action shows it all.
But too bad, I was dreaming.
I blink, returning back to reality and I see him frowning as he looks at me confusingly, probably thinking how insane I am for smiling and caressing my own cheek. ''It was itchy.'' I mutter, changing my position on the couch.