Darrien.
His bed is small. So, fucking small but somehow, I love it. we are sprawled under the covers; I have to hold him tightly because there is literally no space for the two of us.
Something has changed between us.
That kiss.
That amazing kiss that I denied myself of.
I can't believe I held on for that long. I don't even feel as guilty as I thought i would. I liked it so much. I felt so much from just a kiss that it washed all the guilt out of my mind.
He doesn't seem concerned about the age thing.
I need to speak to someone about it because the longer I stay with him, the more I wouldn't be able to resist him. It is like torture, being so close but unable to devour your favourite meal.
Jabi has become my favourite meal.
He has become my favourite everything.
