First You Buy Me A Mocha. Then

I Leaned Forward And Kissed Him. His Eyes Widened, Then His Lips Parted And He Kissed Me Back, Mouth Warm And Firm Against Mine And That Floating Feeling Washed Over Me And Through Me, And It Was So Amazing That When It Ended, I Just Stayed There, My Face So Close To His I Could Feel His Breath, See Those Incredible Amber Eyes, And That Was All I Could See, All I Wanted To See.

Jeremy Had A Plan For Getting Clay Back And I Wasn't Allowed To Know Anything About It Or Allowed To Help Him Carry It Out. As One Might Expect, I Accepted This News With Grace And Understanding. "that Is The Stupidest Idea I've Ever Heard!" I Snarled For The Dozenth Time That Hour. "i Won't Just Sit Here And Do Nothing.

...in Some Ways I Relied On That- Someone To Keep Me Thinking, Keep Me Striving To Do Better, Keep Me From Burying My Head And Praying It All Worked Out.

Tell Me When You Want To Pick It Up Again." "tell Me When Satan Starts A Snowball Fight." "i'll Do That. Lunch?

I Love You. I'm Not Sure If It's The Way You Want Me To. I Think It Might Be. But I Know That I Love You. I Absolutely Love You.