I’m too flustered to type. Ooh, boy, I’m dizzy.
A little bit ago, Chismin wanted to cuddle. I was too flustered to say anything.
Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, holding me like I was a pillow in his arms. Which I was…
We made out. He actually made out. I can’t even speak. We’re laying in the living room, relaxing, but I can’t even think.