Luke just came home after spending a grand total of one hour at a party.
"Why you home so soon, baby?"
"It was boring without you."
He said he realised he couldn't remember the last time we just spent a Friday night at home alone enjoying each other's company. I said, "but we spend every night together..." and he's like, "yeah, but when do we get to spend the whole night together and then spend the next morning together too?" True story. We usually go our separate ways on the weekends, because I'll be either working or being antisocial and he's one of those dudes that has a social life that fills up his entire week, every fucking week (that still baffles me even though we've been together for like six months now). On weekdays, he leaves for work at 6:00am. So, yeah, we never sleep in together after a nice romantic night of ... well, you know, fucking like two guys who are all in love and shit oh god I hate being corny sometimes.
So it's 11:15pm, my man just came home and wants to spend the night with me, I've actually cleaned the house this evening and I'm all pepped up on caffeine because I was thinking I might have to go LOOKING for tricks in a few hours, if I don't get a call sometime soon. But if my baby wants to spend the night with me, well, I'll stay in tonight... Although... I doubt either of us will let a few hundred bucks go if I do get a call out... so hopefully I don't.
Anyway the point is, he's cooking for me (after forcing me to admit I hadn't eaten dinner) and god I love this man.
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