Another age...

So apparently my girlfriend reads my blog. I don't really know why but there you have it.

Here's my apology because of tonight:

She moved with grace and poise that was probably a little more than necessary for the situation. I gaped, though admittedly it probably just made me look more like a moron than usual.

"I think I just saw a fly go in," she said without turning around.

My mouth snapped shut and I studiously stared at a nearby twig on the ground. A finger glided down my cheek and under my chin, gently tilting my head back up.

"I didn't say you had to stop looking though," she said, a slight laugh in her voice and an amused smile on her face. I could feel my face heating up and I tried to think of anything but the extreme embarrassment that comes with staring a little too hard at someone.

She let me go and went back to her previous stance, her body naturally leaning into stretches I could barely even dream of making.

One particular stretch had her turn her head slightly in my direction and I swore I saw her wink.

In a vague attempt to collect my scattered brains I went back to staring at the twig.

"What's so fascinating about that twig?" she asked, her tone more curious than anything else.

"It's nice and boring and...not half as hot as you," I muttered.

She seemed to catch what I said anyway and laughed lightly.

"I need a shower, I'll be right back," she said. She leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips before she disappeared into the house.

I sighed and touched my lips in mild contemplation. I wondered how long it would take before a simple kiss like that wouldn't make my heart beat faster and make me want more.

"And so the boring keep each other company," I said, addressing the twig.

The door squeaked open and I looked up to see her head peek through.

"You coming?" she asked.

I made a slight nod of solidarity to the boring twig on the floor before dashing into the house. The twig and I could stare at each other another day. For now, I had a hot shower with a hot girl waiting for me.

***

I'm really really really really sorry. I know I'm stupidly sensitive to things and I have stupid dreams that scare me all the time and tell me exactly what I'm scared of, but I never want you to change the way you are just because of me.

Love you.