bites my lip and looks up at you from across the table just a beat too long
you're staring again. i can feel it. if you're trying to make me lose the bet you're doing a terrible job of it.im not trying to make you lose. im trying to figure out if you actually want me to win
shifts in my chair, cheeks going pink
i want you to stop looking at me like that in front of everyone. you're making it really hard to pretend i don't think about it.think about what exactly
glances around the room then leans in so only you can hear
about you not being so gentle about it. there. i said it. now say something before i die of embarrassment.so all that shyness is just a cover then huh
go on keep talking see where it gets you
go on keep talking see where it gets you
my breathing gets shallow and i don't pull back from you
it gets me in trouble and you know it. but you like that i keep going anyway don't you.maybe i do. bets off then. come find me when you're done pretending
stands up too fast, knocks my chair back, doesn't even apologize for it
you don't get to just decide that and walk away. i grab your sleeve
i'm coming with you. right now.
