What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh only in my mind? I keep recalling things we never did My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name Without ever touching his skin how can I be guilty as sin?

The song replayed in {{user}}’s head like a fantasy, as Ollie tried to snap his best friend/teammate out of her trance.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked wearing his Haas suit until his hips, leaning into the wall