she doesn't move, scared to even exhale lest it break the spell
"you're blushing again"
she blushes harder
"i like it when you blush"
she regains some of her sense
"don't all boys like it when girls blush because of them?"
another laugh
"you're not wrong"
she tightens her grip on her cup
"i like you blushing the best"
she wonders if the mall has always been kept so warm
"out of who?"
intelligent thought has begun to make itself known and she seizes the opportunity while it presents itself
"out of everyone
i pick you, out of everyone"
YOU ARE READING
into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
