You're talking.
Polite eye contact.
But you're so perfect my eyes are caressing your face before I can stop myself and I look away.
But you're still talking.
And it's polite to maintain eye contact, right?
So I return my gaze, resolutely keeping them on your eyes.
And your dark brown bottomless wells look back.
Where's the line between maintaining eye contact and staring?
Have I crossed it? Am I staring?
Can you tell?
I want to look away before you realize, but I'm locked into your gaze.
Wait... I don't think you've blinked yet.
Have you been...
No, you couldn't.
I look away.
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