Page 26 of How We Began
I’ve come up for air.
We’ve created a sex pit and I don’t think we’ll probably need to talk again because we’ve found a better way to communicate. I saw Meredith in the kitchen earlier when I went to make tea.
She took one look at me. “Disgusting, I’m appalled,” she teased.
I actually squealed on the spot and then ran back to Ben’s room.
Who needs caffeine anyway? It’s very aging.
22nd October
Today involved the following:
Sex for breakfast.
Lecture.
Sex for dinner.
Ben caught me staring at him this morning.
I’m a gonner.
It’s official.
“Are you staring at me?” he asked, and I couldn’t even try to hide it.
“I’m counting your freckles.” I was, in a total stalker way.
“How many?”
“You made me lose count.”
His hand snaked under my duvet barricade and around my waist.
I stiffened automatically.
“Please tell me you’re not shy?” He pulled me close, his lips wandering along my throat to my ear and then finally my lips, his blue eyes flashing under dark lashes.
I slid myself over to him and pulled him on top. Guess I’m not that shy after all.
“Ben?”
“Mm?”
“What’s another word for perfect?”
“You…”
I need to think of a new word because perfect sucks and doesn’t cover just how blissfully… oh for fucks sake… PERFECT it all is.
23rd October
Sex breakfast.
Lecture.
Sex for dinner.
