I have a special type of hate-love for the thing Utah does when he invades my space in a way that I don't mind at all. I know he does it with everyone but that doesn't change how it gets my heart racing when he does it. It's very inviting, but maybe that has something to do with the tension that appears when someone gets close and gives you that certain look.
For a second, I give him that look back, because I can't help it, but then I do my best to take it down a notch. I thought I had it under control today, but then he gave me a hug goodbye and his cheek brushed against mine and my knees went weak again. Urgh!
How very ironic that he would resemble temptation to me. I'll just start learning to dodge it.
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