I hold your stare and start to count.
One
Your face is so serious but your eyes swirl with a tempting humor. You don't even know they're giving the secret you hold in your soul away.
In my head the words start to replay:
Look away.
Look away.
You will regret it if you're not first to look away.
Two
I've been grinning since I've seen the reflection of happiness in your eyes. And as I try to differentiate if they're green or blue.
Green or blue?
Green or blue?
Three
I think they're both.
Four
I rip my eyes away from holding your stare as it's almost as intimate as holding your hand.
I'm scared to know the truth. One second away from your soul bearing truth.
Five
I'm compelled to look back. You're still entranced by me. Not moving a single cell since the moment I turned. I'm burning blush. I know something you don't.

All I know is that when a person is attracted to you that they will hold eye contact for over five seconds.

And here you are, still looking at me.