The subtle touch to the red hair strands was almost imperceptible. The heat from the fireplace warming the two girls' bodies. Anne's body reacted differently to her touch, she liked the warm feeling when their shoulders bumped accidentally, or when their hands bumped not so accidentally more than she would like to admit

The silence in the house was insuring. Your parents weren't home, great idea to invite your not-so-secret crush to keep you company. Okay, it was undeniable that you already knew your feelings for each other, but you knew that this was nothing more than a dream, you couldn't be happy together, not in the society you live in.

But when you were alone, there was no society that could disturb your moment. But when you weren't alone, Anne would ramble, and that would result in piles of poems for you, but most of them weren't delivered

"It's no use, I wouldn't expose my poems to you."

With every second she seemed closer to giving up on hiding the poem, your touch on her hair made her melt, and that puppy dog look... god. The poem in her hand was increasingly crumpled in an attempt to keep it away from you.

You didn't do much other than move closer and she was already in a panic handing the poem to you. Poor girl, she can feel her legs shaking just hearing your voice

"Just don't read it out loud!"

Anne says it almost as if it were an order. She's not normally a shy person, but you have that effect on her, you are the lighthouse and she is the deer

"And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now"

And so, like all the other poems, it is divine, almost as beautiful as the iris of her eyes