It's been a week. A week since I began depriving myself of the angelic nourishment that is Amity Gates. A week since I have kissed her anywhere besides her rosy cheeks. Known the taste of her on my tongue and felt her as she came apart beneath me.
However, it has been a whole two hours since I touched her. I smelled her sweet vanilla and rain scent as I hugged her goodbye in the elevator.
That is all I have allowed myself... for. an... entire... week. I'm almost at my breaking point. This girl has more resolve than I give her credit for. I have been purposely trying to goad her into making the first move. I know she said she needed space, but I honestly don't know how much longer I can hold out. I want what I want, and she wants me too... what's the problem? I'm trying my best to not s
