Tonight, I got to see layers of her.
Of course she gets hurt. She’s just better at hiding it.
I’m happy that she didn’t hide from me. It took courage for her to open up, and I plan to treasure what she told me.
I was scared I went too far, calling her a brat in the heat of the moment.
Our banter is always playful, flirty.
Bringing it into the bedroom and elevating it could backfire on me.
She likes to mess with me, push me. I’d want nothing more than to set her straight sometimes.
When she told me she liked it, I knew we were perfect for each other.
I didn’t doubt it, but you can never know.
Some people prefer vanilla sex, and that’s fine. Everyone is entitled to do whatever they want.
Knowing that Lily is like me, though? That’s fucking fantastic.
We’ve already put those toys of hers to good use.
I handcuffed her to the bed earlier, her legs spread wide as I fucked her from behind and used the vibrator on her.
She told me she had used the vibrator thinking about me these last weeks.
The vulnerability was there as she said it, but I reassured her that I was right there with her, getting myself off to the thought of her every morning in the shower.
I breathe in her scent, feeling my body relax in her presence.
I’ve wanted this woman for so long, I almost can’t believe that I have her in my arms.
Knowing her brother also knows has lifted the heavy weight I’ve been carrying ever since she came to London.
Before she came here, I was able to contain my attraction to her, as I didn’t see her as often as I’d like.
When she boarded that plane, everything was intensified.
It’s been like heaven and hell all at once.
Having her close, lifting my spirits, and exploring the city with her.
Not being able to pull her as close as I’d really like, though, that has been tough.
I snuggle closer to her, enjoying the feeling of finally having her right where I’ve wanted for so long.
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I’m walking hand in hand with Lily, enjoying the afternoon after we’ve spent most of the day in bed.
Sex or not, she still wants to explore the sights London has to offer and forces us to get some fresh air after spending hours wrapped up in each other.
I’m telling her about a dreadful photoshoot we did the day she got sick.
It involved too much nakedness and fruits in places they really have no business being, and we’re both laughing hysterically.
“I thought we were done sexualising people for commercial use like that,” Lily says before making me promise to bring her a copy when the photos drop.
