❝ the woods are supposed to be peaceful , so would you mind being quiet ? or at the very least , speak softer ?❞ his voice was as polite as he could manage , his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over his shoulder at his companion. it was difficult to enjoy the sounds of nature when someone was speaking or stepping on a branch every two seconds.
“you’re just too GOOD to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. you’d be like HEAVEN to touch, i wanna hold you so much. at long last LOVE has arrived, & i thank god i’m alive. YOU’RE JUST TO GOOD TO BE TRUE. can’t take my eyes off of you…”