Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Ioana, who will watch a Bratz movie against her will
Day Twenty Three
There is something thrilling about all of this amazing tension that hangs in the air. On the other hand, I hate it. It's so unresolved and quite possibly unnecessary. If only I could retaining some of the delicious anticipation whilst still knowing that I can just touch and kiss and hug and all sorts of things. Why is it complicated?
Today, we have both promised to spend a day apart, without any Advent calendar things. We want to keep some sanity as well as Christmas Spirit. We agreed to spend time contemplating Christmas, how to prank Slytherins and the impending doom of New Year.
But all I fond myself thinking about is dark hair. Smooth olive skin and full pouting lips. In my imagination, all these things are writhing underneath me. Begging. Cursing. Biting and any other number of semi-erotic things. Okay, fully erotic. Who knows, who cares. All I do know and care about right now is this incessant need…