I can’t seem to get Toby out of my mind. I keep replaying the other night, how in both of our uncertainties, we ended up kissing. I had imagined kissing him all week, hoping that he would end up kissing me. Every time I picture us actually kissing, my stomach does flip flops.
Now, I have never been one that enjoyed kissing too much, but for some reason that was my one goal of that night, and I still want to kiss him more. I wish we had done more kissing, my arms wrapped around his neck like they do in the movies, his hands running all over my hips and waist. I believe I have mentioned before how much I love feeling run their hands over me, softly. I love to do the same for them, to feel my hands run all over their body, feel their heat.