Poppy
I sat there, writing in my notepad on my phone. I was messing around with using Damian’s last name as mine, which caused me to laugh hysterically as it kept coming out as Poppy Locke.
“I’d be the butt of the joke the rest of my life.” I giggled as I kicked my feet. Should I even be doing this? I haven’t told the man I love him yet. Maybe I don’t have to. I mean, I wouldn’t have done half the things I did with him with anyone else. Maybe that’s my way of expressing how I feel?
I shook my head, sighing as I sat up on the bed. No, he could easily defile me in new ways, and I’d gladly let him. I need to tell him how I feel.
I chewed the inside of my lip as I snuggled the bat plushie he gave me. I wanted it to be special, not like how I blurted it out with Jake. A ping from my p
