SHE LOVES THE WAY THAT I TEASE , I LOVE THE WAY THAT SHE BREATHS !
I still had the lyrics stuck in my head as we turned a corner to my house.
We parked by the sidewalk, and got out.
“Which one is it?” She asked, looking at the closely-placed-together town houses.
“This one.” I said, pointing at the cleaner-looking one.
“Okay.”
I walked up and leaped up the doorstep, and waited up for Macy.
I slyly grabbed her hand, and led her into the house.
I dropped my backpack, then we went up stairs, and went into my room.
“Well, here it is.” I said, proudly looking at the clean and organized room.
“Wow!” She smiled. “I expect guys’ rooms to be really dirty.”
“Nah, thats no how it goes with me.”
She smiled at me, and took another sweeping look around the room.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“To the left of this room.
She started to walk away, but something caught.
We were still holding hands. I also noticed how her hand was ice cold, but mine was really warm.
We looked up at each other.
I know she noticed it too.