He handed her the water, then hesitated. “Oh wait, I’ll open it.” He opened it. “Here you go.” His fingers brushed against hers as he passed the bottle, a fleeting touch that lingered long after he pulled away.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the words sticking in her throat.

Her emotions were now oscillating like some kind of sinusoidal park ride, alternating, a world where positives and negatives attract. The push and pull of her feelings, the constant battle between what she wanted and what she knew she shouldn’t, left her dizzy and disoriented.

“Juniper thought… Ohm’s law, what the hell, Juni?”

“Hey, maybe he’s thinking “how the energy just transferred through his arm, caused his arm to jump, as if scared, but that’s what I wanted to tell myself, trying to mask the feeling buried within…”