Perhaps it was the frequency, or the intensity, but soon she was unable to ignore it. The back of her neck grew hot and sounds seemed both sharper and muddled and she became very aware of every little thing she did, every little detail of her appearance. And on this morning, she was writing an essay and he was looking at her.

JL, oneshot: "Because no matter what happens, no matter how many games they play, he’s always too captivated by her to stop taking part." R&R