By the way...

I'm not having sex with Valeria Mezzina. Just wanted to clear that up for you.

Spillage

I am at a loss. I was having a great time until my parents came home. They leak emotion all over the place like a bucket without a bottom. Of course, a lot of it got all down the front of my shirt, and it just won't go away. I tried wiping it off, but that only helped a little. It's not even mine, yet I'm the one who's upset and terrified and tense. I didn't even do anything.

Nevermind. That's not what I came here to talk about. Here's a rough, scratchy attempt:

I want to kiss you. I want to do it slowly and softly. My heart shoots up into my throat every time I try to speak your name. I feel like a jerk because I can't just come out and say what I want to say. I even feel like a jerk for wanting to say the things I want to say. I don't say them. Until now. I want to start kissing you harder, more passionately. I want to hold you close to me, hold you tight against my body. I want to improvise. I want to try new things. I want to find my limits and your limits, and I want to know you like nobody else knows you. I want to whisper in your ear how much I love you. I want you to know I love you, and I want you to feel safe and right around me. I want to be a reliable, desirable person for you. Most of all, I want you.

What do you want?