That first look we exchanged, soon followed by a smile. Ice-cream dripping down your chin, making its way to places I want my lips to be.

You knew.

A laugh, a dirty napkin, a hand holding mine. A day just to ourselves--no one there to interrupt the fun we were having but just you and me and butterflies.

You knew.

A knowing grin, eyes hiding behind sunglasses. You asked me something you already knew the answer to, and I said yes, I wanted to. I wanted you.

And you knew.