After a while, I stopped perceiving the content of his words and focused only on his pleasant tone of voice, dreamy green eyes and the touch of his delicate hands. Suddenly he fell silent and his body seemed to stiffen and a sigh escaped his mouth. Only now did I realize that I had begun to repay his touch by scratching his thumb. My nails were filed well, and their edges must have been tickling pleasantly. He narrowed his eyes in anticipation of what would happen next. “What am I doing ??? I don't know him at all,” I said to myself constantly. “I've only dated one boy in my life, but it's long over. I've never had a casual flare-up for one night. But I feel differently with this man.