I always stare at him and he's starting to notice.
Notice the staring, not the compliment behind it.
"I can't help it," I tell him, when he confronts me about it in my daydreams, "I have very little control over my eyes."
In my daydreams he asks "Why me?" because in the fantasy I am sort of a prize, and he doesn't think he deserves me.
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