I'm Colton Lyon's girl, I can't even...I can't process all this joy at once, and my heart can hardly stand it I'm so happy.
When I woke up this morning, feeling a little sore from my piercings, and the loss of my innocence, he was so amazingly sweet and attentive.
He'd told me, in his gruff way of course, that I wouldn't be going in today, and that he'd only be gone a few short hours.
If I wasn't so sore then I would've rolled around on the bed with a big sappy grin on my face. As it is, I'm propped up against a thousand pillows with movies set up to play at the touch of a button, and a pile of magazines at my elbow. And believe it or not, not the girly kind, but car and driver and biker's mags. He's so cute.
He'd made me take some pills and promise to take more if the soreness got
