CHAPTER 18. 5/6!
(Extracts from my dreams about Atticus that I will never publish)... "Why are you kissing me like you are afraid to tear my lips?" "Am I" "Come here," He pulled me closer and I was almost sitting on his laps, "Closer" Now I was sitting, sitting on him and I could feel him bulge. I turned my head a little to listen to the leaking sound of my fridge and a creaking sound of my old wardrobe door. Then it hit me, I was dreaming about him again in the most absurd of times. I rolled out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. I did not want to wake my sneaky link from Lisa's party up. I cleaned my face and walked to my study desk. I knew I wouldn't fall asleep any time again. Something about thinking about him just kept me awake at the wierd hours of the night. I poured my cereal in a bowl and began eating it raw as I waited for my laptop to start. Command >>>Files >>>Private folder >>>Open doc >>>Midnight mus...