I'd give up forever to touch you
Day 117, Friday, September 25th
Library Attic, Evening
The feeling in my stomach has not left since I last saw Luke-kun. Anticipation and clenching anxiety and excitement. The time crawled by, but suddenly it is the day. Despite our wishing for it to be soon, the days have been filled with work instead, but receiving Luke’s note that he should arrive after work made my heart leap. The library has been more busy of late as well, books and papers with notes taken. I hope there shall be another meeting to try and shape the data to a purpose soon.
The other day, I awoke to another door beside the small bathroom. A very cramped kitchenette with just enough room for an electric stove, non-electric icebox and a set of shelves. Unpacking dishes and a small pot and pans quickly filled them and I left the shopping of food for when I knew he would arrive. Thankfully Tulzcha had somehow kept a store of ice despite the recent erratic nature of the electricity supply.
Every sound from below makes me jump and I light incense and struggle to meditate to find peace. The room is lit with hung paper lanterns, lit with small candles. A larger lamp sits beside the low dining table meant for kneeling beside, now cleared of the books and trinkets and ready for a meal. Now there is cooked mushroom rice, sweet potatoes caramelized and a protein rich miso ready. The dessert in the ice box just waiting. A meal flavorful but light enough not to cause sleepiness. I do not presume that anything must happen tonight, but I hope. I very much hope.
[Open to Luke, Warning: Adult Content Sex]
Library Attic, Evening
The feeling in my stomach has not left since I last saw Luke-kun. Anticipation and clenching anxiety and excitement. The time crawled by, but suddenly it is the day. Despite our wishing for it to be soon, the days have been filled with work instead, but receiving Luke’s note that he should arrive after work made my heart leap. The library has been more busy of late as well, books and papers with notes taken. I hope there shall be another meeting to try and shape the data to a purpose soon.
The other day, I awoke to another door beside the small bathroom. A very cramped kitchenette with just enough room for an electric stove, non-electric icebox and a set of shelves. Unpacking dishes and a small pot and pans quickly filled them and I left the shopping of food for when I knew he would arrive. Thankfully Tulzcha had somehow kept a store of ice despite the recent erratic nature of the electricity supply.
Every sound from below makes me jump and I light incense and struggle to meditate to find peace. The room is lit with hung paper lanterns, lit with small candles. A larger lamp sits beside the low dining table meant for kneeling beside, now cleared of the books and trinkets and ready for a meal. Now there is cooked mushroom rice, sweet potatoes caramelized and a protein rich miso ready. The dessert in the ice box just waiting. A meal flavorful but light enough not to cause sleepiness. I do not presume that anything must happen tonight, but I hope. I very much hope.
[Open to Luke, Warning: Adult Content Sex]