Wake up and smell the shampoo in his hair

I find myself more and more infatuated with this certain character who has appeared conviently in my life.  He’s adorable and sweet and smart and can make me smile just because I know he exists.  His hugs are embracing and his hands are soft and warm.  I’m smitten, and I’m almost positive that it’s mutual.  Here’s the thing: we haven’t discussed anything.  Everyone else thinks things and I am neither confirming or denying anything.  We both talk about it to other people, but I can’t figure out why we can’t talk about it to each other.

We’re shy, him and me.  I need to take a deep breath and say something.

Or do something.