Ambrose
I am in the kitchen having my morning coffee. I left Sierra to sleep. I let her professors know she wouldn’t be in today due to personal reasons. I took her cell away to ensure nothing would disturb her. She needs sleep. She is already cranky and irritating enough, and the lack of sleep will only make her worse. She will be pissed at me, but I don’t care. When is she never pissed at me?
Sleeping next to her was not an easy thing. She fidgets so much. She kicked and punched me a few times in her sleep. Then again, it may not have been in her sleep. She could have been pretending and using it as an excuse to hit me. Her assaulting me wasn’t the worst of it. At one point, she had half of her body draped over me, her hips rocked against mine, and it turned me on more than it should
