Winston joined me for dinner after showering. We didn’t talk much. I mean, how do you transition from mind-blowing woohoo to…anything? If he and I are still on the same page, he’s struggling with budding feelings and considering what’s next. I didn’t mind the silence, but if I didn’t say something soon, he’d probably go back home. I didn’t want that. And, surprisingly, I didn’t want him to stay for another round of magic. I just wanted to be near him. Just because. I asked if he would like to stay the night, and he said yes.
We watched TV, and it was nice yet weird. I don’t really watch TV. I only bought it because I felt like I should have one. I gave him the remote. He probably thought it was another kind gesture, but I was completely out of my element. But, sitting there on my couch watching colored pixels zip across the screen as he flipped through channels, I don’t know…I think we may be onto something.
After an hour or so, we went upstairs. I totally intended to go to sleep but Winston had other plans. Heh, and I thought this afternoon was magical! Holy freezer bunnies! This time was slow and gentle and sweet, almost like he… Let me not put the cart before the llama.
I like having him next to me. I feel safe and warm. I think we’re definitely onto something.
