It was hard. His breath fell short. His heart pumped faster. He often felt as if he was suffocating.
She did this to him. It only happened when she showed up, hardheaded as ever. When she showed up, no matter the reason. His blood ran hot. His mind went fuzzy. And his breath always fell short.
He felt as if she had punched him in the stomach just with her presence. Winded him beyond repair.
But it was the sort of pain that didn't hurt. It felt good. The warmth that bloomed throughout his being. Yet the chills that ran down his spine when she touched him. The contrast in sensations gave him goosebumps.
He craved for her, yet he ran from her.
It scared him. Not being able to breathe. Feeling so warm... Yet so cold. The unexplainable levels of giddiness. Feeling like he might explode from sheer happiness.
The possibility of her being hurt...
It all scared him.