You Get ConfusedSometimes, under the glare of the computer screen, she could feel his eyes on her. She hears the buzz of her telephone and picks it up, as she does so she could sense him putting the phone down.
She reads the message, she's expected this all along, and yet she's still surprised. Those words, allowed yet forbidden, fun, yet, not really sure. She refuses to think, and yet she still feels the eyes upon her.
She looks up, she senses that he has buried his head frantically.
'I know you feel it too.'
And then she grimaces as she sweeps away the feeling that she knows she is not supposed to feel. She looks at her screen again, and the lines on the document seem but a blur. They cease to exist, except for the quick drumming pace of her heart that seems out of control.
It's loathsome.
She feels bad, evil. Because she feels good about the words she's just seen, she feels happy that she sensed the right thing, but she feels evil because ...