His iridescent sighs.

Her heart tripping and skipping beats.

She tells herself under hot breath, "I'm not in love."

His smile rips out the demons that haunt her bones.

She wants to melt into his arms, but tells herself, "He's not in love."

His eyes capture her thoughts and send them sky-rocketing.

She dreams about outer space, nebulas and the birth of stars.

He whispers, "Stay a while."

She wants to take his hand. She wants to say, "I'm so in love."