I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song
06-20-2013, 01:34 AM
Her pink tongue once again found its way to Cherokee's face, this time a single smooch upon his nose. He was so cute, and thankfully he was not in distress. He seemed quite elated, and by the way he said his words she was positive she could attribute the behavior to nervousness. She didn't want him to feel as such so she did her best to let all of the tension leave her body. all that she left was the carefree smile on her lips. She couldn't decide what he was going to ask her, maybe to lunch? There had to be other tasty things in the pools beside them. That was the likely answer. The answer she really wanted though was that he wanted to ask her to eat with him for the rest of her life. She let the smile sit upon her lips, as she wondered about the question. "Yes...?" Her eyebrows raised a bit and her head tilted slightly in responce. "talking" |