You didn't know why,but you dreamed of his hands,having certain..scenarios,to put it simply,hoping he wouldn't notice.One day though,you were talking,keeping it casual really,then he rested his hand on the back on an empty chair,leaning on it for support.On instinct,your eyes locked on his hand,all flexed,held like that.It made you feel something,getting you all red,and he just had to notice.He smirked and spoke "Focus." and you blinked a few times before replying "Focus...I'm focused!'