Sun-kissed Ginger Gets Glazed Under The Open Sky

I’m expecting this to all be a dream. Porn I chuckle pretty good at that. When I see Ben, I am the definition of shy. Oh, God. Plus, his parents’ vehicles are still in the driveway. Smells faintly like blueberry muffins. sketched in the middle. Hopefully he’s a sucker for that ‘just rolled out of bed’ look. “You can’t stick out the bottom lip like that!”
He did it again, re-angling the camera and sticking it out even farther. You make me run and hide, hide, hiiide. And to be honest, if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. This story is a work of fiction, so, of course Blake “wrote” the song. And I was right. She shot Dad a quizzical look then looked back at me. I can’t bare to read it any longer.