We talk about cuddling a lot, which isn’t surprising. Conversation tends to veer towards the simple pleasures when you’re far apart and wishing you could touch each other. We talk about sexy stuff too, but to be honest, the cuddle chats are really my favourite. They aren’t always PG-13 and they often lead to more…
It would be a beautiful afternoon, cloudless, bright and blue. I’d check into our hotel room around the time your plane arrived, knowing you’d have security to go through and the short cab ride before you’d swipe your card in the door and it would close behind and suddenly we’d be breathing the same air…
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want.
I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. But he sounded so good, so desperate. It was the begging that got me. It gets me every time.
“Fucking hell …” “What?” “The bloody thing says it’s not paired to my phone.” “Maybe put your phone closer to your butt?”
When it’s dinner time here, he’s going to bed there. We say goodnight, always a drawn out and adoring bit of texting or Skyping, and when I set down my phone I have to let him go.