~o~
They've agreed not to tell anyone.
But everything means more now — every grazing touch and flickering glance is part of a secret language.
Her hand burns his chest when she pushes him playfully in the hallway. The outline of her fingers is like an invisible brand over his heart.
At lunch he walks by her table and she looks up at him, smiling secretly. It feels like she's making love to him—with her eyes and the gentle curve of her mouth—in full view of everyone.
His fingers drift over hers in a silent promise before he walks away.
~o~
