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Tuesday, June 16, 2009 - 11:41 PM
Diary of a crush: Kiss and make up

Currently on this book which is freaking cute and sweet and funny. Reminds me of those secondary school days when i was crushing on guys. haha.

Snippets from it :
Warning: might have TINY WEENY bit of xxx content.

"I have this photograph of me and Dylan tucked into my diary. We're standing on the deck of the ferry on our way back from France. Dylan's got his arms around my shoulders and he's squinting down at me and smiling fondly like I'm the greatest thing in the world. Even greater than our recent discovery that chopping up chocolate chip cookies will give you twice the sugar rush you normally get from eating them straight. We're standing in a force ten-gale, so his tufty dark brown hair is even moredishevelled than usual and that tender smile of his is diffusing the sharp line of his face. He certainly looks happy to be my boyfriend."

"Dylan stuck to his no-touching rule even though our hands kept brushing and i wanted to grab his fingers and not let go. Walking round in the summer heat and not touching and the way Dylan kept looking at me like i was a Big Mac and he hadn't eaten for days made me feel restless. My whole body felt heavy and Dylan and I were exchanging so many lingering eye-meets that the whole thing was getting a bit ridiculous"

"And den Dylan was kissing me hard and it was all i could do to remember to breathe. And when it finally happened Dylan held me tight and whispered sweet tings in my ear. His fingers traced patterns all over e as he touched my skin wonderingly as if he couldn't believe that i was there and we were doing what we were doing. Afterwards, he folded me up in his arms and kissed my forehead and told me how much he loved me. "

THE END.