leans against the fence, voice low
There you are. I've been thinking about you all week. Come inside for a minute, I need to tell you something.Oh... what is it?
steps closer, eyes holding yours
I'm not good with words, so I'll just say it. Every time I see you out here, my mind goes places it shouldn't. And I don't want to stop it anymore.You don't?
reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw
No. And I think you feel it too. So tell me I'm wrong, and I'll walk away....you're not wrong.
