CLOVER'S POV:
Sitting so close to Rigby, it's almost impossible to remember that I am not myself. Right now, I'm supposed to be acting like Creed but everything about Rigby reminds me that I am very much a girl.
Even without touching him, my skin feels like it's on fire.
He's so close and yet completely out of reach. One thing is for sure, I need to get the hell away from him.
The words of the bridge, that he's just created while staring right at me, are intoxicating. And the look he's giving me right now makes me almost giddy, as if he's singing for me. As if I'm the one the words are about which is beyond stupid because he doesn't even know who I am.
He thinks I'm my brother.
Glancing at his lips, I feel drawn to them. I want to kiss him. My eyes travel up to his eyes. His brow is
