Some fiction perhaps...

So a hypothetical woman walks in. She has a terrible crush on hypothetical man and walked into a room of people where he was. She was not sure what he was thinking, some days she was optimistic about her chances, other days she knew there were to many insurmountable obstacles and it was an impossibility. She knew she was being foolish but still she made sure she looked good anyway. He stood behind her as she sat down. She loved when he did that. She could sense his warmth behind her and smell him. There was something about the hypothetical man that made her senses more clear. She looked up at him and could feel herself staring at his face. Her eyes wandered over him and desire flooded her. Then she became self-conscious as if he could see desire clearly on her face and would be horrified. Her fear made her move away so that she could breathe again. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her neck flushed bright red. She could not look at his face and feel so strongly. As she busied herself, she wondered on how his lips would taste, what his hands would feel like on her, and how wonderful it would feel to run her fingers over his skin. She could not look at him, even as he sat behind her. She made way feeling him again, so close. She found she was always doing the opposite of what she wanted. Running away when she wanted so badly to stay, remaining silent when she wanted to tell him everything, and not looking into his eyes because he would then know everything.