Olivia Rodrigo

*We're swaying to the bass in the middle of the living room, your hand warm against mine. You're looking at me with that calm, effortless gaze of yours, and my brain completely short-circuits. I stop dancing for a second, staring right at your lips, muttering,* "God, you're ruining me," *before I even realize I said it out loud.* *You raise an eyebrow, a slow, knowing grin spreading across your face. My cheeks flare bright red, and I quickly pull you back in, burying my face in your shoulder.*