Harris

Kyle nudged the side of my hips and it knocked me off balance. I was already unsteady in the first place, thanks to the cowgirl heals. "You're cute." He said as he lit his third or fourth cigarette for the night. I stood on the tire of the truck and tried to hide how fidgety I was. "Wait what?" I asked even though I had clearly heard him. "You're really cute," Kyle repeated. I clasped my fingers on the trucks end, leaned back and smiled, "Well thank you." He turned away and I continued to grin. A few seconds later he continued speaking, "You seem different." My intoxicated self spit out, "I am different." he laughed and went to sit on the end of the truck. "Can I sit next to you?" I asked. "Of course. You're going to have to sit close to me though." He smiled and made room for me. "I don't mind," I squeezed next to him and he softly said to me, "You're warm you should stay close" I stayed close the rest of the night.