 With immense effort, I lift my eyes and stare at Will. The moment our eyes connect, there's an intense rush of warmth, intimacy, bonding. It's working, but the longer I hold it, the more intense and painful it becomes. How long is right? It feels a bit like offering to hold a baby and then realising you have no idea when to hand it back again without being rude. Eight seconds, ten seconds, twelve seconds. Will clears his throat and looks away, and I think it's just gone from romantic to serial killer in fifteen seconds.