You sat on the dock, belly to the boards and your hands holding your head up as you looked over the edge. Your arms were propped up so that your head was in your hands while your elbows supported the weight. The cool dark water sloshed around the dock. The moon lit sky illuminating the murky waters.

As you looked over the edge, a head bobbed with the rippling of the waves. Dirty blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, the small scar to his cheek, and the stubble on his chin. Graves. He looked up at you with those charming, enchanting eyes. His southern voice singing on and on. For you, his voice was enchanting…enticing and beautiful.

He reached up with one of his large calloused hand and grabbed my chin gently but firmly making you look at him. His iron of a voice luring you in deeper and deeper into his trap. His thumb gently began to blush your bottom lip as he sang

“But it's all an act, 'cause I know exactly what you wanting… You know it's what I'm wanting. Boy, I know what you desire…

Oh, you're such a bad bad liar”