I was showering, your highness, my apologies. Next time I won’t put my phone down.
Showering, you say?
Someone didn’t leave time for me to shower with him this morning, ring any bells?
Hmmm
I remember blowing your mind this morning…
Twice
He sends a gif of a guy blowing on his nails and rubbing them on his shirt, all proud, and I cackle at his level of maturity.
Yeah and that second time meant you had thirty seconds to shower and run out the door
The next gif is of the “no ragrets” guy.
But if you wanna bring your phone in the shower next time we’re in there, I’ve got some ideas worth recording…
Get your head out of the gutter
You like it down here, don’t lie
Then he shoots me a lyric, an obscure deep cut, but he doesn’t fool me with it.
No, no one knows me like you do
I finish it for him.
No, no, not even I do
Walking in now see you soon xx
Good luck in there xx
The last two-plus weeks have flown by. It’s been an absolute whirlwind, and we basically haven’t left the house. There’s been an embarrassing amount of sex (I’ll spare you the details), so much catching up, chitchatting about life, sharing our dreams, and even peaceful silence between us when we run out of things to discuss and are still recuperating before we get back down to business. Just two people, living their lives together, like they were always meant to.
It’s like we fell back into the rhythm we had for so many years, where we’re a team, knocking out things together, for one another. He’s done a couple of posts and stories promoting my clothing line, and the sales haven’t slowed down yet (squee!). I’ve done a little bit of cooking so we don’t relyexclusivelyon DoorDash, and I definitely made a few calls, sent a few texts, to get his house and his life back in order, kinda like old times. Okay, I guess it’s a little different. We never used to climbeach other in every room, on every possible surface, all over his property…but Ididused to dream about it, for what that’s worth.
Not the same? Okay, fine. Tough crowd.
Other than that, it’s kinda like we’ve been preparing for this our entire lives.
Today’s the first day he’s had to go back to work, it’s finally time to meet with the showrunners and his bosses on set about the future of his character. I may have been sneaking some texts in with Alex over the past couple weeks, plotting with her to get him back on the show ASAP. I’m not letting him give up his career, his freakingdreambecause of me. It’s genuinely the dumbest idea he’s ever had (and he’s had some dumb ones, let me tell you). But the days we’ve spent curled up around each other, whether we’re in the kitchen, the living room, the shower, the treehouse or the bedroom…they’ve been perfection. I feel extra lucky that we got all this uninterrupted time together at the start of our romantic involvement, because it’s allowed us to fall into each other wholly, getting to know each other on the remaining levels we hadn’t yet discovered. That said, it’s time for him to get back to his real life, and I’m looking forward to being back in it, too.
We’ve done a lot of talking, obviously, and one conversation in particular comes to mind from the other night, after we’d gotten back from hosting the bi-monthly romance book club at the library.
By the way, Aaron stayed true to his word, he’s been participating as an active member in discussions, throwing out recs to the group and leading debates among the attendees (surprise surprise, he’s usually rooting for the MMC who’s fucked up with the girl and finding his way back to her).
But that was our only real outing that whole first week, and when we got back home, we sat across from each other on the couch, legs folded, knees touching, a pillow in my lap, freshlymade cocktails in hand for each of us, courtesy of Aaron, of course.
“Do you miss it?” he asked me, looking into my eyes like he really wanted to know how I felt.
“The library?” My eyes wandered to the fireplace, the muggy Georgia autumn finally cool enough we got to light it for once, and went a little fuzzy, unfocused as I thought it over.
“Mmm,” he agreed.
After a minute, I shrugged.
