Whitefish River Spring Fever

his head rushed and swam with her touch, her words. his stomach churned uncomfortably. what was the right thing to do? what was the smart thing to do?

leave, he knew, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

he felt dizzy with feelings that almost seemed to be not his own. as if he had been gripped but an otherworldly spirit, possessed to act in ways unlike he usually would.

maybe you can show me your favorite spot, he whispered softly, trailing after her. nose hovering dangerously close to her.