Sweater Weather

We're standing on a wooden porch that has an open view of the forest, though we can't see anything right now because it's so dark. I look up at Carter's face. There's a shadow cast over his features. His blonde hair is darker in the light. Almost bronze. It looks so soft right now and I'm battling myself over whether or not I should touch it to prove my theory. He looks back down at me and catches me openly gazing at him. I overt my eyes.

"So what's your punishment?" I ask. I go to sit down on the steps of the porch and he comes over, sitting next to me. I'm aware of the fact that our knees are touching. I can't help but notice that my heart speeds up a little.

Come on, this is Carter. Snap out of it.