Honestly. We are not forced by some invisible magical law to write in these things. Events come and go in my life, and I will be the judge of who sees what.
It doesn't help that I'd rather not share anything at all. But there's this rather annoying voice, this very disturbing and poking finger, and so it shall come to pass. I will share.
We snogged on the balcony, we snogged in the kitchen, the hallway, her father's study. We snogged in her bedroom, my bedroom, the diningroom, the living room.
Against the wall, on the couch, on desk #23, desk #4, in the chair and almost up the ceiling.
Happy now, darling