Channing is different now, he's more sexual, I've never done anything sexual, but he makes it sound amazing. When he touches me I feel tingles up my legs to my spine. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach turn into dragons when his lips touch mine. The floor melts into a dark room with a spotlight shining only on him and I. This feeling is different. I think I like it.
Dear Jonah.
What's happening?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Teen Fiction"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
