I'm trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

Don't be sorry. Just try not to let him touch you. When he touches you I see red. I can't take it. I don't want to see him or anyone else touch you

Too late. I’ve already seen the blush. Stop trying to hide it from me. I think it’s adorable.