Reading progress update: I've read 28%.
Sensations flood my tight chest, feelings for his innocence, his power, his smell, for fucking him, for his reactions, for eating cake together, for the way he smiles at me, the way he looks at me, for our heads touching in the grass, for our flying through space, hands on each other’s shoulders, for his ridiculous insistence we both attract attention tonight, when he is the one, clearly he is the one, the one—
Love floods my chest.
Gaaaaaaaahhh...he better be. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
