shaneynayguns

In his bed, naked, hungover and sore listening to H.A.M (my jam of the moment), cos I’m gangsta like that. He’s gone downstairs to get me hangover sandwich. (what’s not to love about him?) And I miss him already, I want him back here, in bed. We were watching Harry Potter except we kept getting distracted and having to rewind four times. There are times when I just look at him and feel so tempted to tell him I love him, instead I kiss him. Which is better, to be honest. And there are times when he’s staring at me and I feel like he’s about to tell me he loves me, but he kisses me instead. Which is better to be honest. Xxx