You're not used to this.
Oh heeeeeeeeeell nope.
Gods, you like to seem more… you.
All smart and tough-like.
All "I can kill you" like.
But he has this power…
This obscene power to make you laugh like the girl you are.
To make you blush.
Hah, deny it—but be prepared to shrink when your friends give you knowing looks.
NOPE.
Those are NOT butterflies you feel.
There is NOT a grin that creeps on when you think of him.
But at some point,
You're going to give in.
CRUMBLE.
And want to hold his hand.