Picking Peaches (Rosewood)

by Ansley B. Calloway

Staring at her was like looking at the sun for too long sometimes. She was so bright and lovely it physically hurt.

“I didn’t know you wanted to play house with me.”

I didn’t even hesitate to roll my eyes. “I’ll play house with you any time Mrs. Reid.”

“Thank you for coming. I feel much better knowing I’ve got you to cheer for me in the crowd.” ​I gave him my best smirk. “Always, Reid. Your name is even written across my back in case you forget it.

Her eyes were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“I’m so in love with you.” I said. I wanted to bottle up her smile and put it in my pocket all day every day so I could take a peek whenever I wanted.

“I’m so in love with you. Like head over heels cheesy I would do anything

for you kind of love. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep holding you every night.