I can’t stop thinking about touching her.
I just want her skin on mine, I want to feel how soft her lips are and I want her hands interlocked with mine.
I can’t stop thinking about her head on my chest as I run my fingers through her hair.
I can’t stop thinking about being with her.
Driving in the car with her in my passenger seat, sitting across from her at dinner, and laying next to her.
I just can’t stop thinking about her.