That moment that comes, when you’re all alone. Some one unexpected walks into your space, and all of a sudden, the hairs on your neck stick straight up, and your back straightens unintentionally. Your heart starts pounding a little faster, and everything inside gets just a few degrees hotter.

And as you try to stifle that long, deep breath, you can’t help but wonder if it’s obvious how excited their presence makes you.

It hurts how every erogenous zone on your body is throbbing, you worry that the extra heat you’re producing will change the temperature in the room, or that if you don’t some how let out all of this desire, your head might just about pop of the end of your neck, like the cork out of a bottle of champagne.

You don’t dare take a look at your object of desire, in fear that your face gives you away. Speaking is utterly unthinkable, and every movement you make is precise, in hopes of keeping your body under control

How do you conceal your attraction? How do you keep it from leaking out?