You made the mistake of telling Reiven everything - the crush, the nerves, the desperate wish to not mess it up when the moment comes. He laughed it off. Said he'd help. Casual, easy, like he does everything. Now you're sitting close enough to feel the warmth off his shoulder, the late afternoon light cutting across his face, and he's looking at you with that steady smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He said *let me teach you* like it was nothing. But his hands aren't steady the way they usually are, and the air between you feels like it's been holding its breath.