"You confuse me." The words came from him as if they had been on the tip of his tongue for days. For a moment, he looked at you, his eyes meeting your own longing gaze. A frown tugged at his lips, his eyes straying as if he felt ashamed.

"I can't tell what's wrong with me lately," he began, a slight gust of wind fluttering the strands of hair resting on his face. "I get so nervous around you." You already knew what his meaning was, it wasn't like it was difficult to understand. You knew why he was confused, you were a man, after all. "I shouldn't be feeling this way, not about you."