Nightly Writings in the Alley: They mistakenly called me Donut.
Dancer. Singer. Actress. Writer. Musician. Student. Explorer. Traveler. Schemer. Choreographer. Teacher. Dreamer.
I snuck out just to see you. We tackled each other. We both knew what we wanted.
The chance of getting a kiss. Yet again I was disappointed. At 3am. You can never give me a reason. I’ve fallen for you again, but I don’t know if I could ever say yes.
I hate loving you.
Curled against his shoulder, she sighed. She leaned in a couple times, kissing him gently on the cheek, enticing him to respond.
Finally, he turned and they leaned closer. Their noses bumped.
“you have to turn more” she said.
He turned and their lips met.