24=
=intoxicating
She kept it inside and locked it up with a small key that had its own lock to unbolt. She covered it up with a grand curtain and barricaded the doors and sealed every possible entrance until there was no way in. And then she turned around and realized she had no way out.
It mocked her, made her light-headed and she blushed madly, trying to remember to conceal it but this was resilient to all make-up and it rose up to color her cheeks and steal her breath away and heighten the sense of his skin on hers. She tried pushing it away, ignoring it, pretending as if it didn't dance before her, teasing how her heart fluttered and her hands trembled when her eyes found his.
He glanced over, golden and tall and his long, liquid light eyes blinked. He said her name, and she shivered, trying to forget about it as he reached for her hand, his embarrassment muted, if at all existent.
There was no way out for her, the senses laughed and colors burned and his light poured over her sight like rain thirsty for earth. Everything burst out from its hiding place and order washed away at the mere touch and smell of him, a beautiful boy who looked away without understanding. It was pure luck he could not see it, what tempted her to blurt out her obvious secret.
And it was only her luck that she managed to hold on, never truly recovering from such a dizzying high.
