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Bubbles
He gave her bubbles in her stomach. Not butterflies, not worms, and she had never understood why people used the analogy of insects in their stomach to describe this feeling? She couldn't think of anything worse, and this feeling was far from bad. She was sure he hadn't noticed her; sure he didn't know who she was. She glanced at him, he was watching her. She looked away quickly, and then looked back just as quickly, her eyes ignoring the pleas from her brain. He was still watching her, she ducked her head and he smiled at her, an open warm smile that she drank in like those first delicious gulps of water on a searing hot day. He walked over to her, offering to get her a drink. She agreed and as he went away to get them drinks she sat down on the sun loungers behind her. As she sat down, a warm feeling spreading throughout her that had nothing tod o with the beating sun, she felt a figure sit down next to her, they had the sun behind them and it took a second for her eyes to adjust to the sun. As the black silhouette came into focus her stomach sank. He was exactly the opposite of who she was waiting for. He looked out of sorts and she was frightened. 'Drink?' He asked her. 'What the hell are you doing here?' she responded. He mumbled something unintelligible and she stared at the floor agitated. The man of her dreams was about to walk back on this scene and she was willing to do anything to prevent that. 'Go away' she said. 'You don't really want me to go away'. His arrogance pushed her buttons, she screamed at him and he left, crossing the room to get a drink and standing there, holding it watching her. She stared at her hands self consciously, distracted, and when a champagne class was put in front of her face she looked up angrily only to see those lovely hazel eyes staring back at her. She grinned at him and shimmied backwards on the sun lounger him sitting down on the other. They both laid back, him on his side facing her. 'I have a question to ask' he started. She turned more to face him. 'I don't want to bullshit around, when we first met, did you feel it?' She knew what he was meaning, it crossed her mind to play with him, to pretend to misunderstand, to be coy, but when she looked into his face, his eyes searching her face for the answer, she knew she didn't want to play any games, and though this thought scared her she returned his gaze saying only 'Yes.' His face relaxed and he exhaled with a whoosh of air. 'I thought I was crazy'. 'You might

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