A bit of writing

I like to write fragments of stories, jus tot get back into writing for fun and try to overcome some blockages that had sort of prevented me from writing anything worth reading lately. So here goes, just a paragraph:

"Sometimes, a feeling is so conflicted that it can’t be described with words. It’s the feeling you get when you’re standing on the 3 meter high jumping board, staring into the chilly pool water, knowing that everyone else has already jumped one, two, three times and not understanding why you’re too terrified to take a leap, even though you’re sure you’d enjoy it if you did. That’s the feeling she got when he nonchalantly put his hand on her knee during the Thursday history lesson. She had moved in close to him so that he could share her book, since he had forgotten his, and his hand placement had left him seemingly so unaffected that she had wondered if he had just put it there without thinking, because it came naturally to him. It didn’t seem natural to her, in fact, it seemed so unnatural that her cheeks turned bright pink, something she tried to hide as he glanced over to her to watch her reaction – it appeared that he had placed his hand there on purpose. He smiled confidently and took his hand away and she bit her tongue as to not accidentally whisper to him to leave it there."

 Sorry if the theme seems a bit lame, it was all that I could come up with right now.

Oh and this isn't about me. If anyone put their hand on my knee in public, you'd know because they'd be missing a hand.