He's laughing in such an addictive way that you just have to smile. It's unavoidable, that expression that's creeping onto your face. So much for self control. His eyes are burning, not with anger, but with passion. They meet yours and you look away, embarrassed. You raise your eyes again, just for a second and he's got you. You're transfixed.

He's talking. You can see his mouth moving to form the words. Concentrate for a second and you might hear what he's saying. You can feel the heat of his body so close to your own. He's constantly moving, bouncing around with a nervous excitement. You feel it too, that giddiness, the feeling of being completely terrified but blissfully happy at exactly the same time.

Then he goes quiet. He's looking at you. No, more than that, he's looking into you. You're sure that any moment now you're going to pass out. He leans in and you freeze. He's so close. You can feel his breath tickle your neck and you shiver. You close your eyes because he's so near. The next thing you feel is his lips on yours. There's a pause before you respond. Your heart's pounding; the sound of its beat in your ears in deafening. You feel so afraid, so elated but most of all, for the first time in your life, you feel truly, absolutely, completely and utterly alive.