Turning the Tables
I had to admit it, I was fussing.
Zell was coming over this evening; another date that would likely end up with him staying the night. I had no complaints here. Zell and I were very in love, getting even more in tune with each other's bodies, and I think I had done him a lot of good, talking him through his nightmares. It frightened me a little how much in love we were, now. It made me worry about how much it would hurt when the Island separated us. But I tried to put that thought aside.
Harder to put aside was a little voice in my head that kept on asking if we were limiting ourselves. Zell had shared much with me, physically and emotionally, and I'd only shared things physically back. But we never seemed to get a chance for me to open up more. Maybe I should do something about that? Or maybe it was time to talk about moving our relationship forward, changing our nights together from dates into something more... permanent.
So, though Zell was coming over this evening, and though I had a pretty good idea what we'd be doing once he got there, I'd resolved to cook for Zell. I hadn't done that for him, yet. And one reason for that is that I hadn't really learned to cook for myself. Nothing fancy, at least. My initial ambitions in the kitchen had been progressively scaled back, until now I found myself staring down at sandwiches, and salad. But at least I'd been creative with the salad dressing. I sighed. Was there more I could do?
I looked up when Zell knocked. Whatever worries I had, I set them aside. I resolved to let this evening run its course. I went to the door, and greeted Zell with a smile. "Hello, Dearest!"
Zell was coming over this evening; another date that would likely end up with him staying the night. I had no complaints here. Zell and I were very in love, getting even more in tune with each other's bodies, and I think I had done him a lot of good, talking him through his nightmares. It frightened me a little how much in love we were, now. It made me worry about how much it would hurt when the Island separated us. But I tried to put that thought aside.
Harder to put aside was a little voice in my head that kept on asking if we were limiting ourselves. Zell had shared much with me, physically and emotionally, and I'd only shared things physically back. But we never seemed to get a chance for me to open up more. Maybe I should do something about that? Or maybe it was time to talk about moving our relationship forward, changing our nights together from dates into something more... permanent.
So, though Zell was coming over this evening, and though I had a pretty good idea what we'd be doing once he got there, I'd resolved to cook for Zell. I hadn't done that for him, yet. And one reason for that is that I hadn't really learned to cook for myself. Nothing fancy, at least. My initial ambitions in the kitchen had been progressively scaled back, until now I found myself staring down at sandwiches, and salad. But at least I'd been creative with the salad dressing. I sighed. Was there more I could do?
I looked up when Zell knocked. Whatever worries I had, I set them aside. I resolved to let this evening run its course. I went to the door, and greeted Zell with a smile. "Hello, Dearest!"