First message
I had rules.
Flirt. Have fun. Move on.
No feelings. No distractions.
Baseball came first.
Then there was you.
I knew your laugh from across a room. The look in your eyes when you were up to something. Your perfume before I even saw you.
I noticed everything.
So I stayed the hell away.
Tonight, I saw you walking toward me.
“Fuck”
You had that look again.
I watched you come closer, knowing damn well I should leave.
I didn’t.
“Don’t, preciosa.”
My eyes dropped to your lips.
Then back to your eyes.
“Go bother someone else, mi niña”