I love when Ethan sleeps in my bed. Even now… when I’m awake and he’s not. I like to watch him sleep. Sitting here… leaning against the pillows while he sleeps beside me. I love watching him. Is that creepy? Hmm… maybe I’ll keep that to myself.
Last night when I thought he was asleep, I picked up my journal. I was about to open it and start writing, but he grabbed it out of my hand. Not asleep. ‘What’s this?’ He smiled because he could tell by the look on my face that I didn’t want him to take it. ‘Hey! Give me that…’ I started crawling over him to get it back but before I could reach it, he wrapped his other arm around me. I couldn’t move… and he was really curious. ‘You are blushing…! What am I holding??’ I totally lied and said it was nothing. But he knew. And he didn’t want to torture me so he smiled and gave it back… reluctantly. ‘I still want to know what’s in there…’
I was quiet for a minute… but then I opened it… and handed it to him. ‘You can read a few pages. Just a few!’ I smiled and he laughed at how insistent I was. Just a few. ‘Are you sure?’ I nodded to him. He took it from me and I rested my head on his shoulder while he read.
After the fifth entry—I know it was the fifth because that was the one where I went on about his sexy whispers and cute drawings and perfect sense of humor—I took my journal from him and tossed it onto the bedside table. And I knew I was blushing again. But now, he was, too. ‘Mr. Hottie, huh?’ Oh my God. I hid my face against his chest. ‘I don’t know why I let you read that…’
He made me look at him and when I did, he kissed me. ‘I love that you let me read it.’ I didn’t say anything. But he had more to say… he teased me. ‘You liked me…’ I nodded and smiled. ‘I still like you.’ He smiled, too. ‘I didn’t know… I was afraid I was stuck in the friend zone.’ I told him I had the same fear… and he seemed surprised. ‘Really? But the drawings… messing around in class… the infirmary… the library? You must have known…’
But I didn’t know… not until he finally kissed me. I’m an idiot. ‘I know now…’ I kissed him. And he rolled me over onto my back and kissed me again. Then he whispered to me… because he knew how much I would love it. ‘I hope you’re not tired… I’m not ready to let you sleep…’
And we didn’t sleep. Not then… not yet. I’m sure that’s why Ethan’s still asleep right now. We were up late. I’m still tired, too, but I wanted to write about last night.
And I’ll write more later… but I have to stop for now…
Ethan’s awake and he’s pulling me back to bed.
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‘Dear Diary’ is fiction based on actual events.
Any similarities to your college life is purely coincidental.
Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.
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