“Do you trust me?” I looked at him as I asked the question, waiting for the response.
“Of course,” he replied. “Wait, what are we talking about? I’m not going on that roller coaster again. Ever.”
Continue reading “B is for Bridge”C is for Chance
The woman had been sitting on a bench in front of the painting for over half an hour. She would cock her head one way and the other from time to time, but mainly just sat perfectly still.
Continue reading “C is for Chance”D is for Duck Pond
Come here.
He stopped and turned around. She had been right behind him just a minute ago. All he’d done is turn to watch a group of kids playing soccer in the distance. Where had she gone?
Continue reading “D is for Duck Pond”Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1)
Sometimes, it’s great to re-inject some new energy, some new rules, and some new unknowns into a relationship. Sometimes, it’s time for a sort of “BootCamp” – where you need to be more strict on key items, more active in some.
As we climb into bed for the night, you roll over and I hear you whispering. I can’t make it out, not quite, so I ask you what you said. You repeat it, still whispering.
Continue reading “Sunrise, Sunset Bootcamp (1)”Spices are the stuff of life
He slid in behind her as she stood at the stove, making that sauce that was to die for. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him, slightly back from the stove, he smelled her hair first, then her neck.
“Mmmmmm, smells so gooooooood!”
Continue reading “Spices are the stuff of life”J is for Jelly
Her feet hurt and the noise in the enclosed aquarium was getting on her last nerve. They had been planning this date for a month so, of course, it would be the day when the entire place was filled with school field trips.
Continue reading “J is for Jelly”Thumbing … a ride
“Please? Can you come help me get home? The stupid car broke down, I got it towed to the shop, but will be walking home the rest of the way.”
“Of course, I’ll be there in a few….” I say, grabbing my things.
Continue reading “Thumbing … a ride”T is for Tick Tock
This is part 2 of A is for Appointment. You can read it here.
The commute to work had been a blur. He’d almost missed the first train because he was running late. His mind had been racing with thoughts of tonight and he ended up missing his stop and having to walk back to the office from the next one.
S is for Steps
One more set of stairs and she’d be done. Sweat was dripping in her eyes, but she was determined to make it to the top of the stadium.
Continue reading “S is for Steps”(Don’t) Open Your Eyes…
I’m breathing in these quick, short breaths now. My insides are twitching. My body is starting to shudder.
Continue reading “(Don’t) Open Your Eyes…”P is for Photo
“That’s the one,” she said pointing to the photograph on the far wall of the store. It was wedged between different landscape images and had a really ugly frame around it.
Continue reading “P is for Photo”S is for Striptease….
It’s date night, and you are wearing a gorgeous sweater, an amazing skirt – it seems like an odd combination, but it sure does work. I’m a #luckydude for sure.
Continue reading “S is for Striptease….”G is for Glamping
She thought about the picture that she had sent him as camping inspiration. She looked around and sighed. Not even remotely similar.
Continue reading “G is for Glamping”H is for Home
“I think Pepper is happy to see us,” said Leah. “She hasn’t moved since we got home.”
Continue reading “H is for Home”P is for Puzzle
“Want to help me with the puzzle?” she asked as he walked past the dining room.
Continue reading “P is for Puzzle”P is for Pool
The back part of the bar was empty on this Wednesday night. There was a big game on the TV and everyone was gathered around the bar to watch the local favorite.
Continue reading “P is for Pool”The Apron
It’s my turn to make dinner, I get to dream up something to make, get everything around and get it done while you take a bath, complete, of course, with a glass of wine. Or two.
Continue reading “The Apron”B is for Brunch
His boss was late for the brunch and Jim was getting bored. He had been been playing with the bread basket and Mai was getting more annoyed as Jim’s boredom grew.
Continue reading “B is for Brunch”A is for Anniversary
Janine had been working long hours for weeks and had made sure her boss knew that she was going to be gone on the 17th for their anniversary. The plans had been made two months in advance and she reminded him at least twice a week.
Continue reading “A is for Anniversary”Slippery Little Devil: The One That Got Away
We finally scored a great table on the ship – right on the railing, all by ourselves, just taking time to relax and enjoy our dinner. It was a long day on the water, and the sunset is just the perfect end to the day.
We’ve been enjoying a glass or two of wine this evening, waiting for our table, and then sitting here, we have that perfect blend of attentive, but not around, service. It’s really great.
Continue reading “Slippery Little Devil: The One That Got Away”S is for Sweet, or is it Sour?
She was still sleeping while he snuck out to the store to get some fruit, some orange juice and a cheap bottle of champagne. They’d been up late and he figured that he had time to make pancakes and mimosas before she woke up.
Continue reading “S is for Sweet, or is it Sour?”M is for Meditation
It was the third day she had been doing yoga. She wasn’t really into the spiritual side, but she thought it was a good way to start the new year. Who couldn’t use a little peace?
Continue reading “M is for Meditation”B is for Bullet Journal
She was sitting at the bar by the window in the coffee shop. She was writing in a notebook and seemed oblivious to the morning rush hour around her.
Continue reading “B is for Bullet Journal”Swinging…
It’s been a long, long day at work. We decided to head out and get some dinner, relax a little and try to unplug from the garbage that had gone down.
Dinner was good, the glass of wine was better.
As we head home, we decide to take the scenic route – through the foothills, through the more back-roads ways back to the house. We’re talking bout anything, and nothing. And we’re certainly not talking about work.
Continue reading “Swinging…”Hand me that tape…
It’s always the same, always looking for the tape, the ribbon, the scissors. It seems like no matter where you put them, she has moved them just a bit out of reach. It’s almost a game to re-find them between packages.
We’re wrapping and sipping and enjoying the fire and this strangely relaxed evening of package prep, getting ready for the holidays and family and all that.
I *hate* wrapping. I’m not good at it, and she’s always responsible for making the packages look passable once they’re beyond “but they have paper on them now anyway” stage. Ribbons? Bows? Frilly decoration-thingies? Forget it.
But, of course, you DO know how to incentivize. “For every package you wrap, we’ll play strip-wrapping – I’ll remove one piece of clothing of my choice.” This. This has me fully engaged in this process, I must admit.
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