Quietly besotted

It was the second time, the same butterfly in the stomach feeling resurfaced, I could hardly contain my excitement. I brushed it off as if it was just another sugar rush.

It was unexpected that this time, longer conversations followed. More intimate embarrassment brought a closer fate. I refuse to comment how my face turned crimson throughout the whole session. I don't even remember how I managed to get through but I remember thinking that my friends are going to have a good laugh at this.

I couldn't possibly be so quietly besotted in such a short time. Knowing me, I most probably would but this time, I could be sure it was something else. It was probably because I was exposed to such vulnerable position that I almost felt like surrendering.

And I did.