His stomach was twisted in knots and the coffee he had been drinking burned in his stomach. All the plans he’d made, all his preparations, his rehearsals, all of it just flew out of his head as he looked at the Vulcan sitting across from him. A chess piece was clutched between two fingers as Spock prepared to make his next move. Jim stared at the pawn Spock placed on the board. It would now be his turn, but he had absolutely no clue what to do next as far as the game.

“Spock, I’m in love with you.”