It all started with a dessert. Spiced walnuts and fig paste stuffed into a pastry coated in honey. I made it in the morning and wanted to share with someone. I got it in my head to go in search for Layvan. He has been on my mind lately and I hope it wasn’t a bad thing. I would be going to Olvia for a couple of days and wanted to see him before I had to go, but I had no idea where he lived. Even the clues that he gave me weren’t enough to know where he was currently residing. So I did the next logical thing and went for a walk with a basket of pastries. I ran into Lydia, one of my neighbors, a girl almost a woman who was attempting to rebel. I think I saved her from punishment, but I do hope she doesn’t get into trouble again by attempting to run away from home. When all hope was gone with searching every facet of my mind for clues to Layvan’s home, I took a seat by the fountain to reflect realizing it was useless and then finally stood up to get home when I heard my name. It was him standing there looking as if he had come back from training. He was wonderful to look at and listening to his voice. He escorted me back to his temporary residence and his brother has a beautiful home. He showered, and he taught me a bit of alchemy and we listened to music and talked. He even gave me a massage on my legs and feet. That relaxed me so much we eventually fell asleep. Oh goodness, it was probably midday when we woke up. He kissed me. It was on the cheek, but it felt amazing. I closed my eyes and asked for another. Then he complied. It made me feel warm and there was this sensation that felt like anticipation, my skin growing sensitive and I wanted to do more, learn more. I was getting used to kisses on my cheek when there was one placed on my lips and my goodness, it felt even more amazing and wonderful. However, my brain felt as if it was melting and turning into a goo while my body was aching from the anticipation and acting funny. My mother’s and grandmother’s voice could be heard, drilled in reminding me of my virtue, of my worth and despite wanting to learn more, to find out everything, I stopped it. I was worried he would get angry and make me leave, but he said that I was amazing. Then I made him something to eat. He can really eat! Then we sat and well...I am a bit ashamed to say that we kissed and it was incredible and his hands were...and well...we needed to stop. I needed to stop and he was all right with that. We both work best with honesty it seems and I appreciated that he was willing to take it slow. He even said that there are other things we could do that did not mean we had to do the full act. I have no idea, but it definitely sounds interesting. Although, I could not imagine I would be confident about riding it in my journal so maybe I’ll just share my feelings instead. I miss him already and it has only been a couple of hours. He needed to do something this evening and I need to get to sleep so I can be up early on the way to Olvia. I spent a majority of my day with him and I want more. Is this how it normally feels when someone likes you and you like them back? I hope to see him soon...two days feels like an eternity.
