“You don’t want in my head,” I said with a shake of my head.
“I’d love to know what you think,” he stated firmly. “I also want you to write about the dreams you have been having.”
It didn’t take much longer for him to finish making us both grilled cheese to eat. Truthfully, as the smell grew with the melting cheese, I realized that I was starving. When was the last time I ate more than a few bites?
After we ate with little talk between us, we both cleaned up and then sat on the couch with me leaning into him, his arm wrapped around me.
“Any suggestions on what to watch?” he asked, looking at the menu.
“As long as I’m in your arms, I don’t care,” I answered.
“How long do you think we can hide away?” he asked, leaning his head against my own.
“Forever,” I laughed. “But in reality? Probably only until tomorrow morning. I’m sure you’ll be called for one thing or another.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know.
“Not at all. It’s what you’ve been doing for years,” I was quick to answer. “You are a busy man, and I’m sure that you have to check things at your places you run soon enough.”
“Yeah, I do need to,” he mused. “But it doesn’t mean I want to. I’d rather just stay right here.”
“Me too,” I agreed, letting my head lean against his shoulder, which more than anything that we could just stay in our own little bubble forever.
But I knew that life would come crashing upon us like an ocean wave soon enough.
