And all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands,
I hate the beach, but I stand in California with my toes in the sand.
She sat, facing the water, and he sat beside her. She glanced over at him, not expecting him to be looking at her. She looked forward again, cursing herself in her head, not wanting to have been caught staring. She feels fingers on her chin, making her look back at him. He held her chin between his thumb and index finger, and gazed into her eyes, his mirroring concern. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his brows furrowing. She shook her head, not being able to find her voice. Even if she were to be able to find it, she was scared of what might come out. She didn't want him to know she liked him. No, not liked. Loved. And that scared her. No matter how many times she tried to deny them, the feelings kept coming back. She felt tears prick her eyes as she sat there lost in thought about how he would never feel the same. He picked up on the shift in emotion, and called her name, trying to get her out of her head.
Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered,
Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours, you in those little high-waisted shorts, oh.
She finally focused on him, willing herself to escape from her thoughts. She could finally notice how his hand, holding her chin, brought sparks dancing across her skin. He saw the sad look in her eyes, the same look he had seen in his own when he looked in the mirror after thinking about how she would never want him in the same way he wanted her. "You feel it too, don't you?" he asked. "Feel what?" she met his gaze, tilting her head in confusion. "The connection we have. I've liked you for a while now, you know. And I have a feeling you've felt the same for about the same amount of time. We're just both oblivious." He looked at her, moving his hand down to hold the side of her neck, his thumb rubbing her cheek, and leaned his head down slowly, silently asking permission. Seeing no objection in her eyes, he finally crashed his lips onto hers.
She knows what I think about, and what I think about.
One love, two mouths. One love, one house.
They pull away, foreheads resting against each other. Finally, she speaks up. "So...you like me?" He chuckles, "Yeah... I do." A heavy gust of wind suddenly hits them, the waves crashing against the sand. She shivers, having forgotten a jacket in her haste to come see him. "Here," he says, grabbing her hands and pulling them into his sleeves, hoping to warm them up. "Better?" he asks her. "Much."
Cause it's too cold for you here and now,
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater...
