JUDE
It's sweet.
The ice cream in my hands, as I eat while lying on the pillow, as I look noncommittally at the view provided by the glass wall. I can hear Miko in the bathroom, washing up after the night of walking we have done. I sigh, the blob of ice cream in my mouth melting as I listen to him, my stomach flipping.
I have been in such a cloudy headspace for days, savouring his touch, his soft whispers, and the feel of his body close to me, never leaving me, as he took care of me. But it seems that all the touches, the days of being so intimate, have accumulated so much that all I want now is more.
I want more of Miko, and I just want to make my boyfriend love me in more ways than just a kiss. I can't help but rub my thighs together under the covers, sighing as I sink deeper into the pillows, the ice cream jar held on my chest as I close my eyes.
I cannot go another night without feeling him. I cannot let him just sleep next to me, hold me without touching me, another night.
