Things I enjoyed:
[in a semi-particular order]
1. Kissing you.
2. Kissing you in the kitchen.
3. Kissing you in the car.
4. Coming up behind you and sliding my hands under your disintegrating Beatles t-shirt while you rinsed dishes and cupping your breasts, which usually led to kissing in the kitchen.
5. Watching you brush your teeth.
6. Running up behind you whenever you would bend over to get something out of the fridge or pick up a dropped utensil and sort of dry humping you, sometimes from side to side, which doesn’t make sense and is embarrassing for everyone involved.
7. When I would bend over to pick something up and you would do that to me.
8. Being happy, with you.
It’s okay, though. I was starting to get soft. I was almost content.
You can’t get anything done with that kind of attitude.
