"i just wish... that you wouldn't be thinking some things."
I scowled. "That's quite a distinction."
"But that's not really the point at the moment."
"Then what is?" We were inclined toward each other across the table now. He had his large white hands folded under his chin; I leaned forward, my right hand cupped around my neck. I had to remind myself that we were in a crowded lunchroom, with probably many curious eyes on us. It was too easy to get wrapped up in our own private little bubble.
"Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?" he murmured, leaning closer to me as he spoke, his dark golden eyes piercing.
I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.
"you're doing it again," I muttered.
His eyes opened wide with surprise. "what?"
"Dazzling me," I admitted, trying to concentrate as I looked back at him.
"Oh," he frowned.
"It's not your fault,'' i sighed. "You can't help it."


and yes. you cant help it either Justin. i feel the same exact way.