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I got up to pee in the middle of the night and at some point realized I was horny.
I was hard before I got back to the bed.
The Attorney was asleep facing out so I decided to make him aware by pushing the tip against his lips.
I ended up poking him in the nose instead. But it still woke him up.
He swatted me away.
Just in case he didn’t get the message, I thumped it on the side of his face a couple of times.
“No,” he grumbled, covering his face with his arm.
Usually that’s a signal that he wants to play a little rough.
Which only improves my posture.
But he didn’t want to play.
Rough or otherwise.
“My stomach is in knots.”
He also had a little bit of a fever when I checked.
And then diarrhea.
Nothing will ruin your posture faster than the thought of that.
“I think it’s the crab,” he groaned afterwards.
He figured it was food poisoning.
If so, it was the first time I was cock-blocked by a take-out crab salad.
[ fin ]
The Attorney earned a few points today.
He was thoughtful enough to send Granny flowers for Valentine’s Day.
He didn’t send me any, though.
Which gained him a a few more points, because it means he’s thoughtful enough to appreciate that I am not the flowers type.
As sweet as it was to see Granny barely able to contain her excitement about the enormous floral arrangement, the moment ended up only semisweet.
She was having one of those days when her mind was a little off, and she could not seem to grasp who they were from.
She thought I had them sent, but when I tried to explain they were from The Attorney, she could not place him.
Not even when I showed Granny the card with his name on it.
It probably would have been more clear to her if he had presented them instead of a delivery guy.
Or if it had been one of her better days.
But some work obligations kept him from being able to do it himself.
And she wasn’t quite herself.
Even he could barely contain his excitement when he called to ask if she like them.
I only told him that she was thrilled.
He deserves a little thoughtfulness, too.
Tomorrow she’ll be fine and one day it will be a funny story.
But for now, it’s only semisweet.
[ fin ]
The Attorney and I generally don’t make a big deal about Valentine’s Day. If anything, we would probably do what we’d do any other day.
The Attorney just shook his head and stared at me.
“You are a strange creature.”
It was because I’d expressed my concern about him over his “just because” journey into the mountains and into my bed during the wee hours of the night before, and I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“You’re the only man I know who would sweat the fact that his boyfriend wants to crawl up next to him in bed,” he said, before reminding me that there has been a time or two that I have hopped in the truck, myself, just so I could wake up with him.
But it’s not all that unusual to for me to be up in the middle of the night.
Granted, he is way more spontaneous than I am. But, he is also a creature of habit. I’m not sure he even realizes time exists between midnight and sunrise. For him to be up at that hour, I figured it had it had to mean something.
“Maybe it just means I love you, Biggin.”
Even though he sounded exasperated, I know he meant it sweet.
Which made me feel bad.
Because I had pissed, unintentionally, on his affection by not taking it at face value.
In need to learn that “just because” is often just cause.
An no cause for alarm.
[ fin ]
It’s about 3:10 A.M.
The Attorney is with me.
He arrived about twenty minutes ago and is dead asleep, his long tall self sidled up against me.
The clickety-taps of my laptop keyboard don’t seem to disturb him.
He’s a solid sleeper.
Which makes it odd that he’s here in the first place.
He got out of his own bed to drive an hour and half in the rain to be here.
“I want to come up,” he told me on the phone.
A middle-of-the-night trip is unusual, not part of the routine.
It wasn’t a booty call, so it makes me wonder if everything is alright.
He insists that he’s fine. That he just wanted to be near.
Maybe so.
Still, it makes me worry that it’s something more.
Now I can’t sleep.
(Not that I ever do.)
Even though he’s calm.
Even though he’s near.
[ fin ]
It seems so simple, but this quote explains so much to me.
Love is friendship set on fire.
It explains a lot about my relationship with The Attorney.
Even though I am in my mid 30′s, it is the first really serious relationship I have ever had.
The most serious and, somehow, also the most relaxed.
I have an ease with him that I’ve never had with anyone.
Except my closest friends.
And somewhere over the course of the last five years, he’s become the closest of all.
And the most exciting.
That’s the fire.
Not the gasoline-drenched kind that accelerates and burns up quickly.
More like the spark that ignites, then smolders and smolders.
A steady burn.
The kind that’s almost impossible to put out.
[ fin ]
