Smoothly. 
It was going smoothly.
Then it hit the rough patch,
Then he wanted trust back,
And I could not give it.
Exciting.
I was sometimes giddy.
Then he drove me mental,
Then he did not answer my call,
And I was frantic.
Fake.
It must have been all fake.
To make me fall. 
To make me get lost in the fast pace gigglyness of the two of us,
The two of us blushing and touching and flirting and *******.
Angry.
I'm angry and embarrassed.
Then he explains to me,
Then he insists I believe,
Now its going smoothly.