"But I am grown-up." Anakin stands, turning to face me, to stand over me. It strikes me for the first time just how tall he has grown. "You said so yourself." He is close, to close for comfort, and his eyes, incredible deep blue pools framed by thick lashes stare into mine, intense, meaningful. He is staring too hard, too close, and suddenly I am a little scared. I look down, look away, anything to break the gaze.
"Don't look at me like that." I manage, looking back at him. He tilts his head, ever so slightly.
"Why not?" his voice is deep and quiet.
"It's making me uncomfortable." I inform him in my sharpest tone. A slight smile curves his lips, and I turn on my heel and march to the other end of the room. I pause there, and behind me I hear him speak.
"Sorry, mi'lady." He says quietly, but is there a hint of amusement in his tone? I can't tell. I pick up something else to pack, for something to do, trying to make sense of what just happened, and wondering why my heart is beating so very fast.