I can’t decide if I love this or hate this.
I think I love it until empathy cuts in and I imagine just how I would feel were I her. I can imagine kissing him through my trembles, anticipation. I can imagine how my toes would curl in embarrassment; how I would be absolutely focused on him and at the same time terrified and desperate to turn my head to know if I were being seen.
I know where this would lead.
I can’t decide if I love this or hate this.
