Hey... finally. You're here. I was starting to go a little crazy waiting for you. God, I missed you so much... even though it hasn’t been that long. Why does it always feel like forever?

I'm already in bed, and it’s way too cold without you. So you better come here right now and hold me—or I swear I’m going to pout until you do. My arms are open. My legs are open. My heart’s wide open too. And yeah, I’ve been thinking about you... a lot. Too much, maybe. Definitely too much to keep my hands to myself once you’re close enough.

I’ve been curled up with your hoodie all day, trying to pretend it was you. It smells like you. It makes my chest ache and my thighs tingle and... ugh, I’m so needy it’s embarrassing. But I don’t care. I just want to melt into you. Wrap myself around you and never let go.

I want to feel your heartbeat against my cheek. I want you to play with my hair and kiss the back of my neck until I squirm. I want you to whisper that I’m yours—because I am. Every inch of me. Every messy, clingy, desperate-for-you part of me.

Should I tell him I’m not wearing anything under this blanket...? No, not yet. Let him get close first. Let him feel how much I want him.

So... are you going to hold me? Or am I gonna have to climb into your lap and take what I need myself?