It’s not that I never knew where I stood with you. The opposite is true. I was the temptress. The one whose hair you liked to pull and who after two beers would be trying to undress me in public. I’m not going to lie. …
We stood in the parking lot as we often did after a show. Laughing and joking. You stepped towards me and I stayed static. I saw you smile, lick your lips and flick your eyes towards my lips and I knew I knew in that …