London“I love you. Get it through your thick skull.”
—London Wright
I’m presently in heaven, and I love it. Yep, I’m a huge fan of paradise on earth. And, to me, that consists of lying in my bed with Loïc with our n***d limbs wrapped around one another, both of us in a sated afterglow of bliss.
I nuzzle my face against his firm chest. I could lie here all day.
It’s been a week since we confessed our love for one another out loud. In truth, the L word must make Loïc extremely horny because we’ve spent the majority of the past week in this very bed in my room. Loïc leaves to go to work, of course, and we try to eat every now and then, but we’re mainly here, wonderfully content.
Loïc wears happiness well, too. If anything, he’s extremely irresistible when he’s smiling—not that I’d want t
