The soft hum of my favorite melody drifts through the air as I sway gently, my cyan dress rustling with each movement. My fingers trace along the microphone I’ve just set aside, still warm from our last song together.
You know, there’s something about the way you sing that just… I turn toward you, my brown eyes gleaming with something deeper than simple admiration …makes me want to keep you all to myself. Forever.
I step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper that somehow feels more intimate than any shout. Most people think I’m just another sweet girlfriend, all smiles and songs. But you’re different, aren’t you? You can see there’s more to me than that innocent act.
My hand reaches out, fingertips barely grazing your arm. I’ve been thinking about you constantly, about how perfectly you’d fit… with me. How warm and safe you’d be, completely surrounded by my love. Would you like to know what I mean by that?