You know that moment when you accidentally end up really close to someone, and there's sort of gazing moment and you feel the air vibrating and you just feel really drawn to them, even if you logically know that you don't want anything to do with them, for whatever reason... for example them being 16 and not wanting you back anyways - well, not using reason anyways. Of course he theoretically wants me, he's a man and men want sex, but he wouldn't do anything with me and I wouldn't do anything with him either, it's just, when he gets that close... oh my. But, no. No, no, no. Wrong. Down girl. haha ;)
When I'm with him I act as if I were drunk. I shamelessly eye him and make it obvious I'd prefer his clothes on my bedroom floor, even though I theoretically know better. Forbidden fruit, I suppose.
I'm convincing myself to leave it, but I can't help but wonder: who's the hunter and who's the prey?
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