The music started up again and the instructor was yelling at us. At all of us. We were laughing. Then he held up his hands, waiting for mine to slip into his. And I did. I tried not to feel it. The music stopped before we could start moving, but he kept holding on. Keeping my hands in his.
And I thought it and wished he could hear it. Telepathically, maybe…

The way you’re holding my hands right now, it’s driving me nuts. Why are you doing that? Why are you stroking my knuckles with your thumbs like that?
I’m trying my best not to shy away right now. But damn it if you’re not making me feel something for you all over again. I was over this! I am over this. You should stop. Please stop.

Wait, no, don’t.
Ugh. Why? Why is it that after all this time, I still don’t know?!
I like this. I mean, the way nothing is awkward between us. Not this holding of hands, not this dancing. And it’s nice how it’s like the old times - us laughing at all our silliness. But if this was the old times, I’d be tingling all over right now, unable to control myself. But right now, It’s just my fingertips. Those stupid capillaries are going crazy underneath my skin and I’m doing everything I can, willing them to just stop doing that. Just be numb, just until this is over. Because I can’t risk this all over again.

Uh, why are you looking at me like that? I can’t believe this is happening. I think I should really say something now.
Crap, the music is going again.


“This song sucks”.