Bad Intentions

slap two palms against her cheeks before squeezing hard. I dip my head down to

“I can’t even draw a respectable stick figure. I won’t judge.”

“Once I finish this sketch, we can go.”

I say, but I’m not talking about the drawing. She looks at it, but I’m looking at her.

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you,”

“Sure the fuck is,”