what are you doing in that shirt?
Thursday, Apr. 10, 2003
whenever we climbed into bed, he'd be wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and i was usually wearing a t-shirt. he would get under the covers and turn to me, moving his hand slowly up and down my back.
nearly every night, i would furrow my brow and tap his back... or if i was laying on his chest, i'd tap his chest.
he'd sit up immediately and take off his shirt.
i didn't like that i couldn't feel his warmth through the cloth.
