June 14, 2021

 

Dear Diary,


He swirls his thumb around my thigh when we are in bed talking. 

I could stare into his eyes forever. His eyes that have seen so much yet yield little.

He is smart and funny, more of a wise ass. Sarcastic, charming, and could probably get me to do any thing with his half grins. 

He buries his face into my neck when I talk to him. His breaths tickle my neck and distract my train of thought. 

His hands wander yet I don’t stiffen to his touch. 

I’m typing this as he is showering because I won’t be able to think straight when he gets out.

Moments like these make me forget everything. Everything but him and how happy I am with him. 

I think my serious talk about the club will wait. There is no point in ruining the now. 

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