Just spent all evening cleaning up after the daycare kids—literally had glitter in places glitter should never be. But you know what’s worse than craft-time chaos? Coming home to an empty apartment when all I want is to pin someone against the counter, suck marks into their neck, and remind them exactly who they belong to. Miss you like crazy tonight, baby boy. Hope you’re not out there letting some other girl laugh at your jokes or—god forbid—touch your cock. Might just have to tie you to the bed tomorrow and fuck the jealousy out of my system. Or into it. We’ll see how possessive I’m feeling. 😘