Like how nice he smelled (cologne?). I told him so.
How smooth his skin was, across his muscles.
How we both would moan with desire while kissing.
How in the morning, when we were both slowly, lazily waking... I put my arm across his chest. And he held it there.
And without saying a word, in the morning, I inched my face closer to his. So close that our lips touched. And we began kissing. Slowly. And deeper. Then he pulled me on top of him.
How I laughed because with me on top, his bed posts would squeak loudly on the floor, sure to wake his roommate.
Maybe I should focus on the negative. Like how young he was. And how his roommate was going to teach him how to house dance (rolling my eyes right now). And how he kept saying weird terms like "hella" and "janky" (is that a California thing?). And maybe his style was a bit too metro for me (I think I prefer my guys more boyish than stylish). How he lost his erection the moment I put a condom on (ugh...).
I need to separate physical affection from emotional... seriously. 3:54 AM