She stared intently as the teacher, whatever his name was, as he began teaching about the Civil War. I fidgeted, trying to pay attention to what he was saying, but my mind was more focused on the electricity pinching my skin, and her skin less than a foot away. I caught bits and pieces of his lesson; Gettysburg, Lee, Chamberlain. But I couldn't focus. I could hardly tell what I was seeing, with her right there. And I couldn't touch her. I couldn't take her into my arms and kiss her worries away. But I could talk to her. I could build our relationship, even if it might have been one sided. I could learn to read her words through her eyes, through her smile. Like I could see her interest in the subject he was teaching in her expression.
I leaned in, lowering my voice to a whisper. "You like history?"
She glanced at me, her eyes wide. She hesitated before shrugging.