She tilted my chin up and cupped my cheeks in her hands as she stared angrily into my eyes. Ever so slowly, the charged and ember flames of Jimin’s eyes burned softer, and her fingers slid into my hair. My chest burned from holding my breath, and my legs grew weaker and hung nearly limp under the water. If anything, the warm feeling of her breath, although destabilizing, was inviting. And as I leaned in ever so slightly, a splash of water knocked against my face. Jimin spun around and started to climb back into the boat. I had an odd sort of spluttering laugh as I processed what happened. I almost kissed her. And she knew that.