When my date seemed totally unsalvageable, I made an excuse and ducked out. Within ten minutes of calling him, Sir picked me up.
We traded stories. I pffted and huffed that he had such a good time while I was stuck going out with a frumpy snoozer. He took me out for dessert and brought me home.
In bed, he tapped my collarbone and said, “this is my home base.”
I’ve never been able to sleep through the whole night with someone holding me. I fidget too much or something doesn’t fit right or I just need some space.
He’s the first and the only person I can do this with. The first time I woke up like that, I was shocked. Now, we just default to this.
New Year’s Eve: Part 6
Let me tell you, tumblr, Grad was damn good at spooning. A regular pro.
We laid there for a while and talked more. We started kissing. We tried to fall asleep. We failed.
He wound up rubbing my back, then reaching down and rubbing elsewhere. I tried to keep quiet, I wasn’t sure if anyone else was sleeping down in the basement. I bucked lightly against his hand.
“You’re really different than other people,” Grad said.
I chuckled, “you’re in love with me.” I’d been teasing him about it since we’d started talking. He’d make a comment, pay me a compliment, look at me too long and I’d say that.
For how random it was, there was something kind of sweet about hooking up with Grad. I don’t know. He’s a good guy. I guess we exchanged numbers, because I found his text the next morning. It’s horrible to admit, but I don’t think I’ll be calling him in the future. I just wouldn’t know what to say without being awkward.
And for that reason among others, I think I’m going to stop my random hookups for a while. I think Grad was a lovely note to end on for now.
The Winter Formal, Part 9
Spooning with three people is incredibly difficult.
Blue likes to be in the middle. I like to be little spoon. But Byron also likes to be little spoon, which is kind of funny and precious for his build.
Somehow, we finally settled into something vaguely satisfactory and fell asleep.