so last night i was feeling kind of sick and c was really sweet and helpful about it. and then we got into bed and were jetpacking (so, i was the big spoon, even though i’m like a half his size). and it was very warm and cozy. and i said, “can i tell you something scary?” and he was a little stiff and it took him a second, but then he said, “go ahead.” “i love you.” “i love you, too.” and we snuggled for a little longer and then he turned around. “wait, once sec, i think i need to hear that again.” so i said it again.
and then we smooched and i wound up on top of him and was grinding for a while, and then i slid off to the side and played with him through his boxers for a while until he came. he was all happy—until he realized he had to get up and change at 1 AM.
and this morning he was like “that just came out of NOWHERE. one second it was ‘i’m tired, i have to go to sleep because i have work tomorrow’ and then BAM.”
we r dorks