All day today, we've teased and sort of…tested each other. A touch here, a nudge there, a glance, a gaze, a smile, a smirk, a laugh—something that I'm loving on Mariano more and more because he rarely does this—and the constant need to be close. I don't know what we're doing to each other, but I'm addicted.
Scratch that, I know what this is, though I don't know when it started, but we're flirting. And it makes me nervous. Mariano is an extremely attractive man. His sex appeal is something I haven't encountered from anyone—ever. I'm afraid that if I don't stop myself, I'll let him pour gasoline on the growing fire inside me. Harmless flirting is fine. But anything more than that isn't good. It isn't supposed to happen.