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continue this
conversation.  But it didn’t work.
    “So, how do you feel about that?” He asked in a softer
voice. 
    “Um, I don’t really know,” I said honestly.  “I
mean, I was taken by surprise a little, I didn’t see it coming.  I guess
that’s why I let you take me home.  I needed time to sort things through
by myself.” 
    We were in the driveway now, Zeke had unbuckled and
was getting out of the van.  “That makes sense I suppose… but, I wonder.”
 Then he stopped talking and hopped out.  I quickly unbuckled and
jumped out too.
    “Wonder what?” I asked as he came around to my side of
the van to meet me.  It was the first time I had seriously looked at him
tonight.  He was dressed entirely in black.  Black jeans that I hate
to admit, fitted him perfectly, and a classic black t-shirt that hugged the
contours of his chest and arms.
    “Well I was wondering if I had asked you to dance -
would you still be uncertain of how you felt?”  He moved forward so he was
close enough for me to reach out and touch.  Not that I could move any
part of my body, I was frozen not knowing what was happening. 
    “I don’t understand,” I whispered feeling my face
blush, I looked down to avoid his gaze. 
    “Well, maybe we should give it a try.  We could
think of it as an experiment if you like,” he said.  I looked back up at
his face now, he was sincere. 
    “An experiment?” I questioned, not quite believing
that he used the same words I did, only moments before.  “Who would
determine the results?”
    “You of course, although I have a few ways to measure
the results myself.”  His hand swept around to the small of my back and
pulled me closer to him.  Then he slid his other hand from my shoulder,
down my arm and held my hand, entwining my fingers with his.  I held my
breath as I shivered at his touch. 
    “Firstly, if you put your hand here,” he said as he
pulled our hands up so they were pressed between our chests.  “You can
feel the other person’s heart beat.” 
    I looked down again thoroughly embarrassed.  My
heart was definitely racing, but his was too.  He leaned forward, placing
his forehead on mine. 
    “Second,” he whispered. “Is to listen to the other
persons breathing.  Normal breathing isn’t generally a good sign, but if
the other person is holding their breath, or maybe breathing a little unevenly,
it could show their level of… anticipation,” he continued. 
    We were both silent for a moment listening.  I
was holding my breath, not knowing if I could breathe even if I wanted too.
 And he was unmistakably breathing unevenly. 
    “And finally,” he said.  “Is to look into the
other person’s eyes, to see what they are feeling.” 
    Still I couldn’t move, I didn't want to shatter this
strangely perfect moment.  He let go of my hand placing it on his chest,
and then brushed my face gently before he lifted my chin to look into his
eyes.  As soon as our eyes met I realized something.  The color of my
shirt that I was so drawn to today was reflected in front of me.  His eyes
were the most beautiful shade of emerald green and looked more alive than I had
ever seen on another person before now – almost glowing.  I couldn’t stop
myself, my hand left his chest and went to his face, brushing his hair away
from his beautiful eyes.  Then, as if that was a sign, he pulled me closer
again, until there was no space between us at all.  Our lips met, and the
heat of his mouth reached every part of my body.  My hands went to his
hair, twisting it through my fingers.  I didn’t want to stop, but before
long I needed to catch my breath. 
    He leant his forehead back on mine and said, “So how
do you feel now?” He was still catching his breath too. 
    I decided to be honest and try and get some answers.
 “Well more confused actually, where did that come from?  Don’t get
me wrong, I liked it – obviously, but I don’t understand.  Was this