October 5th
Dear Ashton,
Do you remember trying to seduce me while I was unpacking my clothes the day you dropped me off at college? I was grabbing stuff from that horrifying brown suitcase you gave me the year before for christmas and shoving it in any dresser available. You came up behind me and slid your huge, but completely soft hands into my back pockets. I had giggled, stood up straight, again, and leaned on your chest. Your chest was moving up and down and I could literally feel my life vibrating with yours.
You started trailing kisses from my neck to my jawline. It tickled and I just kept giggling. Right before you kissed my lips, you tugged at the hem of my Rolling Stones shirt. My head fell back as I started laughing, finally realizing what you were trying to do. I would've gone further, but I knew my roomate would come in at any moment and I didn't want that to be our first impression. I'm already bad at first impressions as it is, I didn't want to worsen it, ya know? And I was right. She came in exactly two minutes later.
I miss you, Ash. I want you back. You never even said goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
habits ; irwin
Short Storymissing you comes in waves, and tonight i'm drowning. in which she writes letters to her dead boyfriend.
