is hot and it’s all i can feel.
you shuffle closer and we look back to the stars, neither of us knowing what to say or where to go from what just happened. i’m just an idea in a tale and you’re the reader of my life. you place your hand atop mine that’s between us. but who says we can’t make it work?
everything that flows through my mind, you hear. but for the sake of wanting to feel like i still have some privacy, i speak up. “you could stay here.” i feel you look at me but i don’t want to meet your eyes. “we could stay here. in 