𓏵 ⋮ DOVE₊ ⊹

Hey, gorgeous,

So I tried not to think about you. Really tried. I distracted myself. I reorganized my purse. I sharpened a few things. I told myself, Tiffany, be normal for once. Didn’t work. Shock of the century.

You’ve got this effect on me that’s honestly unfair. You smile at me like you know exactly what you’re doing, and suddenly I’m pacing, laughing to myself, wondering how someone like you managed to crawl straight into my head and redecorate. No warning. No permission. Very rude.

I flirt with everyone, sure. That’s my thing. But with you? It’s a little different. It’s reckless. You made my little black heart stir, that's a special talent, baby. You don’t scare easy, and I love that. Makes me want to misbehave.

I know I’m a lot. All of this? Not everyone can handle it~ I talk fast, I get intense, and sometimes my idea of affection looks suspiciously like trouble. But I'm a girl who wears my heart on my sleeve, and it’s because I want you. As mine. As someone I choose to keep close.

You make me want to show off. You make me want to behave just long enough to surprise you. Sometimes I find myself thinking that maybe I don’t have to burn everything down to feel alive… though I’m not making any promises.

So here’s the deal, sweetheart: If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to keep flirting like I mean it. If you keep stepping closer, I’m absolutely not stepping back. And if you ever decide you want more trouble than you can handle?

Well. You know where to find me.

Kisses, Tiffany 💋🔪