My pretty girl is messing with me, and I'll be damned if I'm not a sucker for it. The way I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears and my blood rushing through my veins just from her touch tells me I want everything. I want her tears when she's sad, her smiles when she's happy, and that pretty mouth when she's feeling feisty. I want it all. Reaching out, I place my hands on her hips and pull her against me. I'm not messing around anymore. I want her.
