Letter 200/365

***Jessa, my love***,

I can’t believe you’re already more than halfway through your trip. I’m counting down the days until I get to see you again. Not that I’m desperate or anything.

I’m fucking desperate. I already know I am.

Wanna make a bet? I’ll count how many times I had to jerk myself off while you were gone, and you can guess.

Hint: It’ll be a lot more than 365.

You remember that dance we