Our fingertips brush past each other as we both reach for the last biscuit. And with that one touch you've made me realize just how much I need you because with that one touch you've managed to dig up the feelings and desires that I'd buried. I quickly withdraw my hand and without fight let you have the biscuit which caused this, because if I let you have it then you might not notice the fact I'm sure my cheeks have flushed red or that my eyes widened.
My tummy feels like its exploded and left a family of butterflies in its place because right now I think I might be sick. I need to get out of the office but reasonably subtly because I don't need the boys noticing me right now because anything but honesty isn't going to cut it with them despite the fact they're but with me.
I don't know how you've done this to me but you have and I could sit here until the cows come home in the search of the answer but it won't change anything. It can't change anything because justifying it won't change these feelings because ultimately nothing can happen between us.