*deep breath*
SO. Friday night/Saturday morning around 3:30 in the a.m. Peter walked through my front door. I left it open for him so he could slip in and surprise me. It's just that I always imagined it that way...
I didn't even hear him come in. I was in my bed, napping, with my back to the door. The smooth jazz radio station was rumbling softly in the other room. I wonder what he was thinking as he walked in to the dimly lit room, with the outline of the girl of his dreams just moments away from his hands, waiting for him under her covers.
I felt all the tension in my body completely release when I felt him sink into my bed. I didn't have time to open my eyes. I just turned to him and took him into my arms and kissed him. We spent the next few minutes soaking each other in and touching each other's faces and giggling and kissing and interrupting each other's sentences with kisses... just perfect.
Then he looked into my eyes and sighed, "God, you are so beautiful."
To which I replied, "Duh."
The rest, as they say, is history
9:33 AM - Monday, Jun. 13, 2005
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