You take my hand,
and drive me head first, fearless.
That’s exactly what he did. He took my hand last night, and for once I could feel how much he cared. He was so easy to talk to, and the best part is how fast I got over Josh. Will sitting next to me was like the best part of my night. He made the moves not me. I hate when the guy doesn’t make the first move. My head on his shoulder. His head on mine. I was wrapped up in his jacket because mine was too thin, and I was getting really cold. First, his hand was on my waist. Towards the end of the ride he reached for both of my hands. He held me like I really mattered. I could feel it.
It was indeed a wonderful ride back. I’m glad he had me forget everything that happened. All my troubles, worries, and stress went away.
