The hum gets worse as I stare at his face, an incessant pulse in time with my heartbeat. I want to go over and stand near enough to see his eyes. To hear the rolled vowels of his accent, and see the dirt clinging to the sweat on his skin. Honestly, I’d sort of like to lick it off. Heat that has nothing to do with the sun burns low in my abdomen. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this level of attraction. Hell, I didn’t even know feeling like this just by looking at someone was possible. I barely know the guy. I shouldn’t want him this badly.
