Oh, dear.
What was I thinking? Why did I do this? She's probably not even interested. After all, she's always pushing me away.
Oh, but she looks so beautiful. What I wouldn't give to wake up next to her every morning. She looks so peaceful and happy. I wish she were like this all day long.
It was some night, though. Maybe this won't end like our first contact. Maybe Meg and I will... no. Probably not. She'll either tell me to forget or pretend it never happened.
I love her. Now more than ever. I wish she could see. Understand I can't live another day without her.
As I look at her, I remember the events of last night. It was one of those nights she drank a bit too much. I should never have allowed it to go this far. But her eyes were so dark, and then she had to give me that smile. She doesn't know what that smile does to me. How it turns my knees to jello and makes my mind lose all coherent thought. I become putty in her hands.
Oh, dear. She has that same smile now. I don't know how to describe it. It's childish but with a seductive edge to it. It's even more effective when she's asleep.
Oh, if I stay here, I'm not going to be able to contain myself. And I can't exactly wake her up and beg for her to make love to me. That would be too much, too soon. She probably thinks I'm weird as it is.
A shower, that's what I need. Maybe it will help me get rid of this erection. But what's the use? I'll see her again, and it will come right back. I don't need a shower. I need a cold shower. An ice cold shower.