diary ↬ lrh

january :: 7th

(p.s. — the words that are in parenthesis are them talking to themselves in their minds.)

luke
i stayed the night at her house yesterday. we kind of did some stuff. oopsie. but not that stuff. her tattoo looks so beautiful, she's beautiful as well. i played with her hair and we watched movies and made out the whole night.

her lips are the best. they're so plump and pink and perfect. she is such a good kisser. but anyways, one thing that bothers me about her is that she's always saying and throwing mean, negative comments about herself.

i dont know why she thinks that way. she's so beautiful, i wish she could see that. her body is beautiful, i want to kiss every inch of it. she has the most perfect eyes and hair.

when we sit down in her bedroom, as it's raining outside, pieces of her hair fall down in front of her eyes and she laughs and smiles and it makes me fall in love with her again.

she is so beautiful, i can't even explain it. she belongs in a museum, she's a masterpiece. she is priceless. she is perfect. i wish she could just realize how beautiful she really is.

i've never smiled more in my life when i'm with her, and nothing can wipe the smile off of my face when i talk to her. my heart races and i bite my lip ring, because i can't hold back my feelings.

and then i kiss her.

i love her body so much, she's so cute. she has the cutest lil tummy, that i wanna kiss and poke. she has the nicest legs, i kind of want her to suffocate me with her thighs. (oops)

she is just so perfect i can't stop talking or thinking about her. i can't stop smiling and blushing. jo is my lil bean and my flower. i just want to hold her forever and ever.

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i decided to make her breakfast in bed, since she woke up not feeling good. "what do you want, babygirl?" i asked her as she stretched her body out, making a groaning sound. "mmm, pancakes and bacon, please?" she said, pouting as she looked adorable as always.

"sure, angel. stay there. it will be ready soon." i said, as i walked downstairs back into the kitchen. i grabbed the pancake mix from the cupboard and bacon from the refrigerator as i started to make her breakfast.

i made her a heart shaped pancake (cheesy right? im so dumb) and some bacon as i poured her a glass of orange juice and brought the food up to her. "here you go, princess." i said, as i laughed a little.

joanna
luke made me breakfast, which was very sweet. "thank you dadd–luke." SHIT. i almost called luke daddy. (gotta go!) i blushed and covered my face, hitting my forehead with my palm.

"shit." i said again, as he just looked at me and shook his head. "save that name for later, babygirl." he said, as i just sat there with my mouth open. (mmm holy shit daddy fuck me uP)

i watched him leave my bedroom as i started to eat my breakfast, thinking about what he just said. i took sips of my orange juice, while i was almost finished with my food.

"lukey!!" i yelled, as i could hear him walking. "yes babygirl?" he replied. "i'm done." i gave him my plate and the empty glass, flashing him and innocent smile.

"daddy's got a surprise for you." he said, as i sat there in awe.