Dear Diary,

I slept like a rock last night. Anthony said once I was out, he couldn't wake me.

We had lots of fun. We couldn't control our mouths and could barely control our movements. It's like our brains were running on autopilot.

Don't worry, nothing happened.

It came awful close though. Both of us knew that we weren't ready for it and stopped ourselves before it got any further.

We decided to sleep then. I pretty much passed out as soon as my body felt the warm bedsheets and Anthony's strong arms around my body.

I think I have a slight hangover. My head hurts.

I don't mind though. I'm sure Anthony feels the same way. He doesn't know I'm up right now, but I can smell breakfast. He's such a good cook. He's too good to me, I swear.

I love him so so so much.

Love,
Tobilyn.