They were walking hand in hand towards their home after a night stroll. Occasionally, he would tug her hand causing her to bump into him. She would give him a side look and he would smirk and pulled her a bit nearer to his side.

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the road and turned to her. "It's quiet here." He said. She looked at him. Her heart started thumping faster at his stare. She had noticed recently that he likes to stare at her whether she was looking or not. She was not sure what lies behind the stares, and she was afraid to find out.

"It's quiet." She repeated after him. "So, what do you want to do?"

He pulled her closer to him.. "What do I want to do.." closer, until they were almost pressed together. He wrapped his arms around her, his eyes watching her face, observing the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks, her nervous eyes looking at his and then looking down to his lips.

She dropped her head down, unable to face him longer. Her heart was beating erratically. She could feel her cheeks reddening and her face becoming hot.

He put one hand under her chin and lifted her up so that her eyes met his. They stared at each other for a while. Slowly, his thumb tapped lightly on her lower lip. She drew a sharp breath.

"Should I give you a recharge?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. She could not drag her eyes from his, mesmerized by the intensity in his gaze.

Finally, she gave a small nod.

He lowered hi