trouble-maker

When I set my eyes on you today, I knew you were going to be trouble. I cannot quite put my finger on it. I must have seen you walk through that door countless times. Yet, today, something was different.

I had grown quite fond of having you around my neck of the woods. Sometimes, when I see that lock turn, I secretly wished that it was you. It must be the way you light up the room when you come in. It must be how you like to toss your head a little to the side when you smile. It is how your laughter is so infectious. And how you pierce me with your gaze.

Today, something was not quite the same.

It might have been that new pair of jeans you were wearing. Even thinking about it does things to me. Have. To. Stop. Thinking. About. The. Jeans.