So it seems as if THE BOYFRIEND is all better now. After that last post it was one more day of sick BOYFRIEND, and then it was weak BOYFRIEND. Now, finally, it is fully well BOYFRIEND. A week in totality. And it was one fucked up week.
I was rather strict on him with what he could eat or not. So was my mother. Oh yeah, my parents came up for a day visit before they booked it outta town this morning. They came to help me move my bed down from Jax. The last thing to arrive, and I am now officially out of Jax and in St. Augustine. I still owe my roommate money, but I'll mail the rest to him later.
Today, after I got home from work, I was all sore and cranky from the day I had dealing with the crazy kids. So, THE BOYFRIEND took my shoes off, got me a beer from the fridge and told me to relax. We cuddled on the couch for a few minutes, before he instructed me to go upstairs to take a shower, drink my beer and fucking relax. Yeah, I have a bit of a problem with relaxing. I'm working on it. Hey, it's been one hellish week for the both of us. Four trips to E.R. for him. Me worried sick. And a lot of hours logged taking care of him. .... Once I got out of the shower, he made me Chef Boyardee, my favorite! Well, favorite of canned foods. BTW, the Half-baked B&J ice cream is totally calling my name now. SOOOO good.
AFTER the food, then it was surfing on the internet time, until I basically forced him to put it down. We got back to cuddling. Much more intimate cuddling. Which is what we were looking towards for the longest time. Cuddling turned to touching. Covered by a blanket, he totally fingered me there on the couch in the middle of the house. But no one was downstairs to see it but us. He gave me a choice; either quiet now, or loud later, or... both. We both chose both. Upstairs for us. Quick take off of clothes, and we were off ourselves. Yeah, it was quick. This time. Which is fine, he and I have been outta business for at least a week. And he needed to go pick up his truck from Jax still. But when he gets back. ... yeah.
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