It’s almost 4 in the morning. J just left.
He pushed his flight back a day so he could come and spend a couple of hours with me. He stayed as long as he could, and now he’s off to pack a bag and head to the airport for an ungodly early morning flight. The poor thing won’t get to sleep tonight.
I’m sorry he’ll be exhausted today, but I’m so glad he made some time for me. I needed it. I needed him. He’s such a sweet boy when I allow him to be.
And good god… he’s so much fun to fuck.