It's been a few months since Psyche started living with me and so far everything has gone without a hitch--except for a few minor arguments, but those were bound to happen eventually. 

Although I'm kind of embarrassed about sleeping with Psyche right away--not literally sleeping, I still have to keep my cover--I really liked it, and he seemed to too, which makes my already huge ego grow even bigger. 

It's pure luck that we fit each other so well--not in the sex way, although that works too--and I'm really glad that Psyche turned out to be kind, caring, sweet, smart, funny, and countless other things along with being hotter than hell. 

But even though we have a lot of fun together, it's not healthy for Psyche to only be able to talk to me, and I can see it's really taking a toll on him. So when he asked me yesterday if his siblings could visit I quickly said yes. His siblings are on their way now, and Psyche is busying himself trying to clean up the already spotless house. 

"Oh no, this mug is chipped!" he cries, examining one of our cups. "Stop fretting--though it's adorable when you do--, chances are they won't even see that mug, they might not even want something to drink and we have countless others. Besides, even if they do see it, I'm pretty sure you'll be the only one who cares about it." 

Psyche sighs. "You're right, I'm just so stressed. You don't know my siblings, they can be very judgmental, especially of me. I just want them to think you're as perfect as I know you are." He walks over to me. 

"Aw, you're so sweet that you'll make me diabetic! But seriously Psyche, if they judge something like a chipped cup then are they even good siblings to begin with? Just be yourself--after all, that's the amazing man I fell in love with." I ruffle his hair. 

Psyche gives me an openmouthed stare until I finally realize that I said I loved him. Not that it's not true of course, just that neither of us has said it yet. "I love you too," Psyche mumbles, turning beet red. I envelop him in a tight hug. "I'm glad my little doughnut hole." 

Psyche looks up at me. "Doughnut hole?" he asks inquisitively. "You know, 'cause you're sweet. I don't know, I was thinking about food related pet names like pumpkin, honey, sugar, etc. It's just that I prefer doughnut holes to those foods. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore."

 Psyche grins slyly. "I didn't know you liked doughnut holes, but I do know that you like a different kind of hole." He winks at me. "Wow Psyche, that was incredible." We start a long and passionate kiss when suddenly the doorbell rings. Psyche quickly breaks away from me and goes to open the door looking absolutely terrified.