I've gotten really used to having Handsome around. I don't even clean up my apartment before he comes over anymore.
This has me worried.
I'm afraid, I suppose, that I will eventually get too comfortable. That I will let myself go and become unattractive. This is the only explanation I can come up with to justify what came out of my mouth last night as we were settling into bed.
"I'm so lucky to have you," I cooed, touching his face.
"I'm lucky too," he murmured.
"Yeah, but I walk around in my slippers and cooking apron," I countered, "and I even talk to you while I pluck my nipple hairs."
There was a slight pause while he considered this.
"Yeah, well, I'll let you watch me shave my balls sometime."