“Why are you smiling, Jaclyn?”
“I’m trying to recreate in my head the first time Patrick and I made out.”
“But you don’t remember the last five minutes due to the euphoria.”
“I like to think that’s when he had his hand between my legs and one of my nipples in his mouth.”
“Haha! Oh my God, Jaclyn!”
“You asked. Now excuse me while I live out my fantasy at my desk.”
Bleh.
I found myself staring at him today wishing he were shirtless...
...and making out with me...
...in front of everyone.
I wouldn’t even care if people were watching. I certainly didn’t care when we were at that club together. Holy shit.
Anyway, he just needs to...not walk into my field of view, or something...distracting me from my work...making me think of dirty things...
That bitch...or something...
Oh my God, I want...
Mmmhmmmmm...
Anyway...going now.
- Jaclyn
