Fuck. The way I feel about her—the feelings she brings out of me—are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She might ruin me, and I can’t even blame her for it. She’s told me she wants this to be casual. The problem is, seeing her smile like this, hearing her laugh as she stops spraying me with water and drops the hose, makes me want things I know I can’t have. I sigh, trying to ignore the blossoming ache in my chest.
