The first time their eyes met, it was almost by accident. She had been walking past him, lost in her thoughts, when his gaze caught hers. It was brief—just a flicker of eye contact—but it was enough to make her stop in her tracks. There was something in the way he looked at her—something intense, something that made her pulse quicken and her breath catch in her throat. He was a married man, and she knew it. She had always respected boundaries, but this? This was different. There was an undeniable energy between them that she couldn’t shake off.
She quickly looked away, hoping to hide the heat rising in her cheeks. But it was too late. He had already seen the blush creeping up her neck, the way her heart had betrayed her composure. His smile was knowing, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if he had felt the same thing. But then she quickly dismissed the thought. No, she was just imagining things. He was a married man, after all. He wasn’t interested in her in that way.
But as the days passed, the glances continued. At first, it was innocent—just casual exchanges, a smile here, a nod there. But slowly, those glances started to carry more weight. He would look at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, and when their eyes locked, she would feel it—a rush of something unfamiliar, something thrilling. The warmth on her face would come before she even realized it.
She blushed not because of the attention, but because of what it made her feel—something she had buried deep inside for so long. She secretly longed for his attention, for the way his eyes lingered on her. She enjoyed the way his presence seemed to make everything else fade into the background. When he smiled at her, it wasn’t just politeness; it felt like a small victory, like something more was being communicated between them than words could express.
The blush that crept up her neck wasn’t just because she was caught off guard—it was because she secretly enjoyed the attention. She liked the way he made her feel desirable, powerful even. In those moments, she felt seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was as if he saw something in her that no one else did.
But even as the excitement built, so did the guilt. He was married, and she knew that. She wasn’t one to get involved with someone who was already taken. Yet, as she caught his gaze one more time, she couldn’t help but wonder—what if? What if, in another life, she could have him without the complications of his commitments? What if she could be the one to break through that wall of loyalty and make him hers?
She quickly shook the thought away. It was impossible. But in the deepest part of her, she couldn’t help but secretly hope. The blush on her cheeks wasn’t just a reaction to his gaze—it was a confession to herself. A silent acknowledgment that, despite the rules and the barriers, part of her wanted more.
In those brief moments, when their eyes met and time seemed to stop, she found herself caught between what she knew was right and what she secretly longed for. And each time she caught his gaze, her blush became a little harder to hide. Because deep down, she knew what she wanted, even if it was something she could never have.