InertialI walked over by the pool table while he was playing the drums. Was I staring? Could I help it if I was? Had I just been caught doing it, or was he already looking at me anyway? No matter, I played it out to see who would let go first. Small gentle smiles...he knows.I blushed and hid myself, praying no more thoughts beamed their way to him. When I looked up again, he still had the same small gentle smile and had yet to avert his gaze. He was as powerful as he said he was. Enough to move me in all directions at once.