Dear journal,
I found something interesting today. A met a wonderful, beautiful, talented little thing named May. She's as short and sweet as the month she's named after. She's everything the Haus of Lyon needs but I don't know how to get her on my...
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Dear Journal,
This morning was nothing short of blissful.
Waking up beside May for the first time, both of us hungover yet happy, was an experience I'll cherish.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow over us, and I couldn't help but shower her with kisses.
Each one was a testament to the incredible night we'd shared, a moment of pure joy and affection.
May, though still groggy, playfully reminded me that we had to leave for the airport soon.
Despite the urgency, I wasn't ready to let go of our intimate cocoon.
I convinced her to spare just five more minutes, and we continued to kiss, savoring every second.
Our shower together was a mix of hurried laughter and lingering touches, a perfect reflection of the night before. I fucked her in the shower.
We almost missed our check-out time, caught up in our newfound closeness. Racing to the airport, our hearts still fluttering from the night's events, we made it just in time.
On the plane, exhausted but content, we fell asleep with our hands entwined. It felt like a simple yet profound promise of togetherness, a shared dreamscape as we journeyed home.
Back in our city, I was reluctant to let her go.
The thought of her returning to her apartment felt like an abrupt end to the beautiful continuity we had shared. She noticed my hesitation and, with a teasing smile, promised to take me out on a date this weekend—if I could keep my hands to myself at work.
I agreed, though with a playful grin, and couldn't resist sneaking in one more kiss before sending her off. The kiss was brief but filled with longing and affection, leaving her visibly melted and smiling.
Watching her walk away, I felt a mix of anticipation and gratitude. The weekend ahead promises to be special, and I'm hopeful for the future we might build together. For now, I'm content to cherish the memories of our time in Rome and look forward to the moments to come.
