routine appetites
I'm lucky. So lucky. We haven't moved in together, and we don't have a routine, but it seems these feelings and evenings frequently unfold into a blissful pattern that we both love. He has told me he doesn't want me losing any more weight because he's scared my boobs will shrink, and I go to a yoga or boot camp class anyway, and show up at his door sweaty and insisting on taking a shower before he touches me. Instead, he insists that I am beautiful and don't smell like a gym at all, and I get peppered with kisses and dragged into his bed for 20 minutes of massaging my sore muscles before he finally lets me jump into the shower. When I am bathed to my satisfaction, we'll waltz out to grab some delicious dinner and maybe watch a cute movie together before tumbling back into bed and satisfying the other appetites we keep hidden until we're between the sheets. If this isn't love, I don't know what is... and I don't want anything but this.
I'm going to miss him when I go camping/crabbing for a week.
I'm going to miss him when I go camping/crabbing for a week.