Lola - on the evening of Thursday the 29th
I tuck away my journal into the nightstand, turning around in the bed. I feel nervous as Justine finishes braiding my hair. She looks beautiful sitting before me, and I long to kiss her.
“Do you want to lie down?” she asks, playing with the ends of my hair.
“No, not yet,” I say bashfully back to her.
Feeling bold, I make the first move, pushing her to the mattress. Kissing her, I unbutton her top. She lightly blushes at me and kisses my lips tenderly. I inhale sharply when I see her lacy bra, amazed this is finally happening.
“Are you sure, Lola?” she whispers.
“Yes, I’m sure. I have wanted you since our first dinner.”
“I’ve felt the same, but maybe we should sto-” I cut her off quickly.
“I don’t want to stop,” I kiss her through each wo
