I can't stop thinking about you. It gets me so hot. No amount of makeout gifs, massage foreplay, 69 and sex scenes I look at, it's not you looking at me. I wish we were all of those things. I wish you would drive to my house in the middle of the night, say you're a block away and to come meet you. I willingly oblige. You say a sarcastic remark about why I'm still up we both know the answer. It's you. It's you I'm waiting to take your fingers softly and trail along half my face, tip up my chin and say something like it's always been you. And kiss me so passionately in your new car, that I still have yet to ride in. I loved that you called me when you woke up after you got settled. I know you think about me. I just wonder how much? You do things that makes you think of me. Why can't you see we're something more than just friends here? We have an undeniable bond. It's electric sexual tension.

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