This is not a journal. This is far from a journal. But here I am, with the craziest thoughts and I feel like I need to write it down or something. So, this other day I was having a girl’s night with both Aer and Rives. We were baking and there was frosting and flour everywhere, making the whole kitchen a mess. Aer left the kitchen to clean herself up, which meant that River and I were still left in the kitchen. I smirked at her, ready with a joking remark, and then I noticed her do something. She was licking frosting off of her fingers. I don’t know if it was something I imagined, but I felt like she was staring right at me. Eyes darkening with all kinds of secrets, which should only be whispered in the dark. Everything happened rather quickly. I felt her grabbing my arms, pinning me down to the flour covered table. Her lips pressing against mine, hungrily. Kissing me as if it was her only way to breathe. It lasted for a while, but then she pulled away. I was whining, longing for her body against mine. Instead, she ripped my top off, before removing her own. Her mouth hungrily meeting mine, before trailing small licks and bites down my throat. I moaned, suddenly feeling her fingers under my thong, teasing me profusely. I heard her constantly calling my name, and I was brought back to reality. Aerith had come back and I suddenly felt very, very wet. So, I just hurried to the bathroom, leaving the two behind. I kind of feel fucking bad for fantasising over my DJ Brow’s girlfriend. Who’s the worst friend in the world? I’m the worst friend in the world.
