i'll keep YOU my dirty little secret.

mood: salacious. like woah. fantastizing waaay too much about zack. remembering how well my bum curved against his pelvis, the feeling of his arms around my waist and his hands absent-mindedly fiddling with my pants button...running his finger along the elastic of my underwear which showed because my pants gapped open...how his cheek rested against mine and how his lips breathed goosebumps against the curve of my neck and sent tingles of hot air up from the base of my earlobes...how the hot breath he cooed and blew into my ear turned my mind to mush and rendered me useless against him.

GOD. i was a fool to think that i should stop you from undressing.

(even though it never came to that. but i was a fool for not kissing him when i had the chance. daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammit.)