“Sorry for pulling at your ponytail earlier.” She sits on the grass again. “Don’t worry. I liked it.” I stop breathing. She stops smiling. “I mean…” She clears her throat, heat rising up her cheeks. I’m lucky my stubble covers mine, because I’m sure they are just as red. “I enjoy teasing you and all that. Being playful. It’s lighthearted fun. I like it.” There’s nothing playful or lighthearted about what I want to do to you, baby.
