I wish I had showered with you. I wish you knew how badly I wanted to wash your hair and finish kissing **all** your chest freckles...I would have had you sit on the little stool thing in the hotel shower or lean down after I asked *nicely* whether I could wash your beautiful, tousled wavy hair. I wish I’d kissed your eyelids and shoulders and back. Ever fiber in me was itching to keep showing you love. I’d end fantasizing about this for weeks and months to come. At the time I was so scared you’d find my body gross during post-nut clarity that I hid in sheets. I wish I could’ve done all the couple things with you. And that you still wanted to do them with me. Tqm my big spoon.
