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.

Pussysmash 's Dear Diary