There was something about that particular moment that made it hard for her to focus on the books lying open in front of her. Her heart was pounding within her chest and she could not decipher why. It was not the first time she was in close vicinity with a boy she liked or had feelings for. However, having him sitting right in front of her across the table made it hard for her breathe. His feet under the table were close enough to brush against, and so were his hands, sprawled carelessly on the table, unaware of the other pair of hands itching to touch them. This mere meeting in the library due to lack of available space except for the one in front of her somehow became rather sensual without her consent and she both wanted this uncomfortable, yet blissful feeling, to end and last forever.