BATTLE OF DESIRE

avoiding eye contact makes them invisible? Mar

?" the student b

n. June took the bottle and followed Marcia's gaze; she gave a small knowing smile, "Get 'em,

ting new people to join the wine-tasting club. Would you be interest

e student walked past Mar

s some muscle he's got under there, she thought, momentarily distracted, you wouldn'

o sorry, that was...that was too much, I'm sorry. That was wrong of me." Her breath suddenly came fast – an

ds to say, and subconsciously rubbing her hands against her slim thigh as if tryi

light blue eyes that seemed to be looking right through her hit her first, then the strong brow, aquiline n

"What is it?" he asked, looking away from Marcia, staring over her shoulder. "Uh, I, uh, w

flyer from her

rt racing. "Woah! What was that? What was that?!" she said to no one i

ne-tasting club. Marcia straightened up, rushed back to the table where

ed out flyers beside Marcia. Marcia looked down at her, sm

ing and passing out flyers. I wonder if he'll c

her head as well, thinking I wonder if he'll show up tonight, as

club's semester opening event was in

low party lights and round cocktail tables scattered throughout, allowing guests to cha

ty different types of wines from around the world, and a few

ies of the wines presented and explained the art of wine tasting to the guests who came for

o #3 Allegro, by Sebastian Bach, and many people were standi

made his way inside, moving in a quiet, unobtrusive way, avoiding all group

colored badges pinned on their chests – his eyes rested on one person: Marcia, who was talking

r blowing softly in the evening breeze, her warm brown eyes, and the soothing sound of her voice, which

, welcome, do you need help with anything? I can show you around..." June said nervously to

anding with looked toward June's voice and cl

hers and started to walk toward the student she had met earlier

d, showing June the flyer. His eyes

table over there," June replied, gesturing toward the executives

after half a heartbeat assessing the wine-dispensin

e table, about to walk away, he