I feel this sudden change to my heartbeat’s tempo.
Lying on top of him, half-naked, playing with his hair, was the exact scenario that afternoon. I would love it every time he kissed me, with our tongues playing with each other. He would say “I love you” at the most random times. He would hold my…
I’d tell you to get it the fuck over with, but I really don’t want any new faindies running around making a bigger mess of the world.