One Naked Second

Today I betrayed myself in Doctrine and Covenants: he was behind me, and I-don't-know-what made me turn and smile. Smile as if to say, "I'm completely smitten with you—let's make out." He was smiling too, and our eyes locked, and it was all over in a second, but it was one second too long.

Darn men with their darn scruff and their darn knitted caps and their darn warm brown eyes and their darn aloofness.