When she saw him, he said, softly, "I'm tired, I've not been sleeping."
She looked at him, naturally, leaning her petite frame against his, "But why?"
He said, "I don't know. It's been a couple of days. I think I'm coming down with something."
He looked concerned.
He would not kiss her. For he was worried about getting her sick.
She just wanted to be held.
So he held her.
"Can we order in tonight?" He asked.
"Sure." She did not care to walk that evening. She was surprisingly, tired as well. She did not tell him that she's not been sleeping well either.
He asked her to search for a restaurant using her app. She had a few. But she could not decide. So he called their favorite Thai place. They delivered.
She thought to herself. This reminded me of my ex husband and me. Living in New York. Even this apartment looked like her apartment in Midtown. Big bay windows, which she liked, two large bedrooms. Large living room, a small dining area, and a useful galley kitchen. Nothing special, but surprisingly functional. Hardwood floors. Of course hardwood floors.
He made her wearing slippers. Red ones. He bought for her. She did not like them. But then she learned that he did not like the way she walked, or rather, stumped. He was a quiet man. He prefer her to be quiet, light weight, tiptoed and never wear shoes inside. He did not like it when she screamed as she orgasmed either. She was surprisingly easy to come when she was with him.
She talked non stop when she was with him. He never did talk a lot. Eventually she stopped talking much around him either. He liked to read news. He checked the weather. He surfed the net. He read non fiction books. He was not very talkative. He was a very simple man, she's decided. He liked to grab her ass, that was one thing that was unusual about him. That part did not add up. She'd say, while maintaining largely satisfied with their relationship.
The food came sooner than she had expected. She and he ate, at the dining table, quietly. He and she discussed about the food, the spiciness of their dishes and the quickness of the delivery.
It was less than a mile on foot. They had done that walk many times over.
They brushed teeth and got into bed at 10:30. It was his bed time and it was too early for her. She lied awake while he fell asleep. Holding her hand in one hand and cradle her tummy in another.
In the morning. His alarm went off. He had to move her car by 7:30. Construction was going on and he was worried about her car getting towed. He arrived back and got into bed again. She was half asleep, she said, "I did finally sleep well. Please sleep with me. We need to sleep together more." He agreed. "Yes, I finally got a good night sleep too. I did not want to get up at 7 to move the car." He returned to bed, embracing her. "You must like me. Will you miss me?" She asked in one breath.
He was to leave town to go home for his father's 90th birthday He's the youngest of the eight. "I will miss you." He laughed. Then he said. "I do like you." She was satisfied. As long as he maintained that status, she could handle. Just not love. Love she could not do.
"Did you sleep okay?" He asked of her as she was drifting back to sleep This was the only man who actively took care of her and made her feel she was thought of, and often.
No one else did that for her. She liked that. She also liked how she could not figure out what it was that attracted her to him. It was not his looks though she liked his frame. Tall and very lean. It was her gut instinct. He brought her flowers the first night they went out. He was the only one who took her in and gave her what she needed: attention, adoration, and a good night sleep.
She looked at him, naturally, leaning her petite frame against his, "But why?"
He said, "I don't know. It's been a couple of days. I think I'm coming down with something."
He looked concerned.
He would not kiss her. For he was worried about getting her sick.
She just wanted to be held.
So he held her.
"Can we order in tonight?" He asked.
"Sure." She did not care to walk that evening. She was surprisingly, tired as well. She did not tell him that she's not been sleeping well either.
He asked her to search for a restaurant using her app. She had a few. But she could not decide. So he called their favorite Thai place. They delivered.
She thought to herself. This reminded me of my ex husband and me. Living in New York. Even this apartment looked like her apartment in Midtown. Big bay windows, which she liked, two large bedrooms. Large living room, a small dining area, and a useful galley kitchen. Nothing special, but surprisingly functional. Hardwood floors. Of course hardwood floors.
He made her wearing slippers. Red ones. He bought for her. She did not like them. But then she learned that he did not like the way she walked, or rather, stumped. He was a quiet man. He prefer her to be quiet, light weight, tiptoed and never wear shoes inside. He did not like it when she screamed as she orgasmed either. She was surprisingly easy to come when she was with him.
She talked non stop when she was with him. He never did talk a lot. Eventually she stopped talking much around him either. He liked to read news. He checked the weather. He surfed the net. He read non fiction books. He was not very talkative. He was a very simple man, she's decided. He liked to grab her ass, that was one thing that was unusual about him. That part did not add up. She'd say, while maintaining largely satisfied with their relationship.
The food came sooner than she had expected. She and he ate, at the dining table, quietly. He and she discussed about the food, the spiciness of their dishes and the quickness of the delivery.
It was less than a mile on foot. They had done that walk many times over.
They brushed teeth and got into bed at 10:30. It was his bed time and it was too early for her. She lied awake while he fell asleep. Holding her hand in one hand and cradle her tummy in another.
In the morning. His alarm went off. He had to move her car by 7:30. Construction was going on and he was worried about her car getting towed. He arrived back and got into bed again. She was half asleep, she said, "I did finally sleep well. Please sleep with me. We need to sleep together more." He agreed. "Yes, I finally got a good night sleep too. I did not want to get up at 7 to move the car." He returned to bed, embracing her. "You must like me. Will you miss me?" She asked in one breath.
He was to leave town to go home for his father's 90th birthday He's the youngest of the eight. "I will miss you." He laughed. Then he said. "I do like you." She was satisfied. As long as he maintained that status, she could handle. Just not love. Love she could not do.
"Did you sleep okay?" He asked of her as she was drifting back to sleep This was the only man who actively took care of her and made her feel she was thought of, and often.
No one else did that for her. She liked that. She also liked how she could not figure out what it was that attracted her to him. It was not his looks though she liked his frame. Tall and very lean. It was her gut instinct. He brought her flowers the first night they went out. He was the only one who took her in and gave her what she needed: attention, adoration, and a good night sleep.
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