Waking Up Like This...

Waking up like this should be illegal. Waking up in his arms, his breath on my neck, his body against mine and a smile that I can only assume has been plastered on my face since I went to sleep…I’m like a kid on the short bus. He kisses up my spine to my shoulders, around my neck. Which leads to sex, morning breath and all. We lie in bed for hours talking. Eventually we decide we need to part ways. We need to try and take it slowly. Besides, he needs to go see the kids and I need to get some work done. I take him home at noon.

3 PM
I miss him. I can’t believe it. I take a smoke break. And like he can read my mind, he calls. He tells me that he’s sorry to bother me but he was missing me and just wanted to say hi. I melt. We chat for a few minutes and then get off the phone.

11 PM
I strip down for bed, crawl under the covers. Tomorrow can’t get here fast enough. My phone rings. It’s Von. He asks if it’s tomorrow yet. I tell him close enough. I tussle my hair, throw on some clothes and fly to the bar. He’s waiting with a drink for me. We play darts, drink and make everyone in the place sick/jealous with our public displays of affection.

1 AM
We finally make it home. Great sex leads to great conversation until 3:30 in the morning.