Stop trying to get under my skin.
Yes, you're adorable. I'm not denying that. I'm not even going to try. But, please, stop making me jittery, teasing until I blush, pointing like a kindergartner , making me stick out my tongue in a childish last resort.
And don't give me that "Oh, I'm not that great" line of crap, or the one about how you feel so bad for yourself. I see that smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. And it's really hot. And that bugs me.
I can't keep hiding my smiles behind my hand. I'm trying to be professional, and that's hard to do when you're making me laugh. I'm not interested in this sort of thing. Not right now. And you're so not right for me. On so many levels. For so many reasons.
But, your eyes are so blue and your curls so blond. God, you're pretty.
Yeah, just stop, and I think we'll both be fine.