Spontaneity is overrated

He was talking. She really should be listening, because in a minute he was going to ask a question, and all she would have to answer would be 'I think your lips are pretty'. But gods, she wanted to kiss him. Like really kiss him, right there in the classroom. She was sitting on the table while he was leaning against the wall opposite her. What would he do if she launched off it, and pinned him against the wall? All their friends were there, chatting, laughing, but it didn't matter to her. All that mattered were his lips. She was psyching herself up to do it, to be spontaneous and courageous and incredible, when he looked at her funny.

"Alice? Are you even listening?"

Her chance was gone, and now she looked like a fool. She muttered something about an essay and ran out of the room.