Her skin smells like summer and his hair smells like delicious everything.
And she’ll keep saying no until his eyes and his hands and his body beg hers to say yes.
A million times over and over and over again.
Yes.
Because you make me want to fall and whisper everything I’m too afraid to think or feel.
And it’s all like a dream.
Like a beautiful illusion, a fantasy my mind cannot take hold of.
You make me fall.
You.