For the past 15 minutes, I've been fantasizing about sitting on a beach in JC's arms on my birthday next year. I've played the scenario out on Shelly Bay in Bermuda...on a rocky beach in Bermy and in South Beach Miami. In each scenario, we are alone. The nearest person is far away in the middle of the day. We aren't speaking. We are just looking at the waves crashing against the shore. It is beautiful.
My crush on JC started out so innocently as a little scratch and now it is a full-on itch. The more I tell myself not to like him, the more my mind works to make beach scenarios where we're snuggling.
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