Skylar, the most popular boy in school, buys me a sundae on our date. We both sit down; now that I look at him more closely, he was alluring and beautiful, "You know," he says, "I do like you."
When I tilt my head, he smiles dazzlingly. I feel attracted to him as he makes a sundae-like confession: "Isabel, you are like my other half; I can't live without you... You are my cherry on top."
He then kisses me somewhat passionately. I savor the cherry-like taste when he kisses me. Certainly, he is my cherry on top.
When I tilt my head, he smiles dazzlingly. I feel attracted to him as he makes a sundae-like confession: "Isabel, you are like my other half; I can't live without you... You are my cherry on top."
He then kisses me somewhat passionately. I savor the cherry-like taste when he kisses me. Certainly, he is my cherry on top.