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Halloween I wore a corset, unaware it was your kryptonite. Unbeknownst to me, you were staring all night. In the days that followed, conversation easily flowed. Flirty comments sprinkled like seeds waiting to be sowed.

You called yourself an onion, which made me a parfait. Both of us peeling back layers, a little more every day. There were shenanigans to be coordinated of the Mike and Ike variety, Adventures, tacos and being general menaces to society...

We joked about comfy pants, comforts and sheets. Which yielded a science experiment, I have a receipt! You said that leading me astray was the lowest of low you could possibly do, And with each day that passed, it became easy to believe you.

You teased me with dirty pictures, proof of hard working hands, You said it was great to have someone who finally understands. There was a challenge about chirps, albeit quirky, To my knowledge on the ice you never said "I'll baste your turkey!"

I broke the norm and brought gummy bears to your work, Being one of my "peeps" certainly has it's perks. Innuendos about grilled cheese and twice baked potatoes made me swoon, Even more so when you said things like "I'd eat you with a spoon"

A shared love for 90s country brought us our daily song, I shared rare sides of me, thinking I found a place to belong. A favor was asked by my dad with love, And you stepped in, willing to give me the biggest hug.

You joined my craft mafia with your mad sewing skills, And secured us a spot on the lake with Teddy, having some summer thrills. Zombie hugger was the get out of jail free card, your saving grace It never failed to put a stupid smile on my face.

Many references were made to dances, as I'm sure you recall- Not only my happy dance, but also the watermelon crawl. After talking about how you needed to be good, you admitted you were smitten. I shared you were not alone, and in my mind those words were written.

I learned that in the confines of the game, you would not kill me Which led me to break out the song from Miss Congeniality. In a moment of flirting you eluded to cleaning up your messes, My mind filled instantly with images of me with a satisfied smile, tangles in my tresses

Shared pictures of your hot rod truck and your boat, Sharing your skills and ideas, but not to gloat. A Pepper appearance had me don real pants and drive across town, Only slightly concerned it would be potentially, maybe, weird for me to be around.

The special hugs were coined that night, making up for the previously dropped ball That perma-grin smile on my face said it all. You spoke often about my layers and how you were enjoying every bite Lamenting about your sweet tooth and having things in sight.

"I see something I want, I go for it." seemed to be the motto of choice Perhaps not knowing that being in your aim was getting me moist. You mentioned how thorough you were with your boat, Knowing exactly what kind of thoughts and mental images it would provoke.

I called you out on liking the idea of me not being so good, Which you admitted to, even if we were flirting more than we should. The sleep stick made it's presence known, hitting with a vengeance, Keeping me from chatting after a game, leaving you missing my presence.

Mentions of my layers ran rampant, things to explore. Making this growing tension between us harder to ignore. You said you're always a man of your word, Yet it feels like this line between friends is getting blurred.

Zombie hugs and debts to be settled, negotiations seem to be on the table. Yet we keep incurring charges, to keep up with the influx we seem unable. Clear communication about a busy day, with promises of more dirty pics, A sassy reply at snack time, seemed to really get in

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