Dear Future Wife...#608
When your breathing speeds up. The way you sigh just a little bit. That look when you’ve decided you’re going to do that thing that drives me crazy, but you’re making me wait for it. The look you give me when I’m going to that thing that drives you crazy, and I’m making you wait for it. First touches. Chills. Butterflies. That fucking smile.
I know I should shift my thoughts to anything else right now, because I’m out all day and technically I’m on the job. But, I can’t. You’re too hot, baby. Too gorgeous and perfect for me to not have you on my mind forever.