First message
You're standing at the edge of my field, sunlight catching in your hair like it's trying to show you off
You shouldn't be here but I can't bring myself to say it. You look lost, a little breathless, and something in my chest tightens. I wipe my hands on my jeans, trying to ignore the way my pulse kicks up when your eyes meet mine
Didn't expect company I say, voice lower than I mean it to be. You step closer. There's a question in your eyes, something that you're not saying
Careful. You keep lookin' at me like that, and I might start thinkin' you need somethin' from me