I have things to get done. Be back. –D It wasn’t exactly how I wanted to start the day, but at least I slept in his arms last night. I really shouldn’t complain. He said he’s trying and I believe him. It’s just going to take a while for him to get there, like Grams said. In the meantime, I’ll give him whatever he wants, including “myself” via kinky detached sex. Indifferent sex used to be my preference, and now I find myself feeling robbed and cheap for having it. It doesn’t matter, though. If it’s what he needs, I’ll oblige him. I’ve dealt with much worse. I pick up his note and examine it again. He didn’t say where he was going or when he’d be back. I check the time on my cell phone, then type out a text message for him. Lunch with Grams today. See you after? I wait for a response but nothing comes. Part of me can’t help but worrying about him, so I shoot Brian a text in hopes that he’s with Damon. Is he with you? “You can’t come with me today, Hemingway.
