Hot Uncomfortable Gut wrench

I don’t recall that being my thing.

I kind of envy the girls whose guys do this one thing.

My temperature rises.

For Valentine’s I wouldn’t want roses.

Just the way he protects my back and can see everything in front of me.

There is no other gesture like this one.

This isn’t the sign from a platonic friend.

At least none I’ve ever seen.

When he held me so firm like that, I don’t even know how he flip the script.

On me of all people.

Instead of holding my sides he eased his hands into mine.

I stuttered.

I shrink.

I was the wrong girl.

But in his arms I felt right.

But if I was wrong, and she was right, why didn’t he know?

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