Don't want to think about it? Let it be?

I guess don't want to think about it and let it be without crossing the line is impossible.
I was right all along, she has something for me.
The way i dress, i mean the way i dress?Come on, i'm all about looking good. haha

Anyway, last night we partied. Obviously can tell that she's fucking stressed over of job and had 2/3 shoots of martini, few glasses of that , killer i know.
Intimate moments after. The moment that always kills me was the finger thing, the temptation of wanting to hold each other hands.
And the rest of the stories, i think you should know it already.
Till then.