Intensity

I could feel his eyes digging into the back of my head from across the bleachers.

The intensity of his stare sent shivers down my spine.

We were playing a game with each other, though neither of us made it known that we were playing said game, at least out loud.

I snuck a glance at him over my shoulder and giggled girlishly. I’d had enough of playing. I was forfeiting this game.

I stood up and brushed myself off, nodding towards him slightly, seeing if he’d catch it. He did, and shook his head at me, running his forefingers past each other as if to tell me ‘tsk tsk tsk‘.

My legs carried me towards him swiftly, dodging a fairly pregnant woman and the little girl attached to her hand as they passed me. He stood when I approached him and I immediately placed my hands on the side of his face. I pulled him down to my level and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I give up; you win today,” I smiled, kissing him again.