About the other night…

I keep thinking about the other night… I know I missed a lot by heading home as early as I did, but love…

I had to go when I did. I had to.

I've been more drunk in your presence before, much more so, but… perhaps it was the heady mix of the warmth from those vodka infused peaches with actually knowing that you feel these things, too, but…

My inhibitions were deteriorating. Rapidly.

When you were standing there next to me… our eyes never leaving each other, except every now and then when mine would drift down to your lips… your lovely, oh-so-kissable lips… before I'd force myself to look back to those eyes again, as if there were any kind of salvation to be found in those beautiful, burning orbs…

And then you would blink.

Slowly.

Languidly.

And those playfully painted eyelids felt like an invitation.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

And it took every ounce of willpower I possess to not reach over to you, put my arm around your waist, my hand resting atop one of those agonizingly sexy hips — and I could have, too, with how very close you were standing to me — and accept that invitation.

So I had to leave.

There will be a time, my love, and there will be a place… but… that wasn't it.

I was a bit sad. I wasn't tired — oh, love, I did not fall asleep easily that night — and I knew the party would go on for some time. Our very, very drunk friend, the one who may very well be even taller than I am… well. He was very entertaining, so I knew I would be missing, if not you, then some memorable shenanigans…

But I knew I had made the right call when I went to say my goodnights… and you gave me that carefully orchestrated side hug… and I had to fight myself to let you go. And good god I just love holding you in my arms, no matter how… safe… it is…

This is going to get interesting, my love… Oh, don't get me wrong… I'm reasonably sure we both have incredible restraint. I suspect some of those lines would have long since been crossed if we didn't. And I don't think we'll actually cross them prematurely… but, you know… your sister won't always be there to save us from ourselves…

I've got a feeling the real tests are still in our future, love. We keep getting closer. The walls keep getting thinner. And your lips never, ever, ever stop calling to me…

sigh

Well. I might not know quite where we're headed, but I love being on this ride with you. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

See you at the campground, babe. If not before!

Love you.