PHOEBE
She isn’t certain why, but the way he looks at her makes her feel a bit nervous. Not in a bad way per se, but she didn’t exactly want to admit the sort of way it was either. As his steely gaze met her warm brown one, he cheeks flushed. Now that she wasn’t in full on panic mode, she was realizing just how intimately close they were. Phoebe tried to remind herself that she would actually be dying right now if they weren’t so close. ”I appreciate that.” she said softly, with a little smile.The praise and wink did nothing to ease her blush, but she did continue to smile a bit. Maybe…maybe this wasn’t so bad. ”I don’t think I will be swimming on my own any time soon though, if I am being honest.” she said with a light laugh. She was, after all, still holding onto his shoulders, nor would she be letting go anytime soon. This was more than enough progress for one attempt she thought.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
