“A-Alex…” David gulped. “I’ll get hard if you continue looking at me like that.”

A snicker left my lips. I tilted my head, then cooed innocently. “Oh?” As I raised my eyebrow in a playful manner, I asked him, “Like what?”

My husband let out a shaky breath. He closed his eyes. “Alex,” he whined, “please, you’re going to kill me.”

I pulled away, then finally rose to my feet again. “Sorry,” I muttered. “Sorry.” I hugged him for real this time. “I’m here, darling.”

The room went silent for a moment. I heard a car drive by our apartment. A crow flying past our window.

My lover buried his face into the crook of my shoulder. I hummed at the contact. It was nice—being like this. Nora was in her room getting herself ready, too, and all we had to worry about was leaving  our apartment in an hour. David and I were usually so busy, that this brief time to ourselves we shared was something I appreciated very much. It felt special, like a strange spell cast upon us by magic from another world. “I love you,” he whispered. And I kissed him. Hard.

David moaned against me. His tongue slid into my mouth. My face was hot at the idea of everything we could have done, if we didn’t have to go to that party. In that moment, I think I was slightly regretting the prospect of filling our night with this event, because all I wanted was him. Him, and no one else.

As I began to undress my lover by slipping his jacket off his shoulders, David jumped on his spot. “I—” He yelped.

We pulled away from each other; although he seemed as flustered as I was—judging from his expression—there was a hint of nervous apprehension, swimming in his gaze. “Now?” my husband asked me. His tone was a shy, flustered mess. I had no doubt, in this moment, that he had already imagined us abandoning the party, and making love on our bed for the rest of the night, during that instance. At least… I know I did.

“No.” I shook my head. “Not now.”

It’s hard to say whether David was disappointed by my answer or not. It seemed like it was both a mixture of brief sadness that I would not fuck him tonight, and relief, when he heard my words. Attending that party right after sex would have definitely been visible. Especially with how… worked up my darling gets.

Ah. Just thinking about this… makes me want to join him in bed again. I’m sure he’s still sleeping.

Hm, should I? Or should I finish this entry, first? Right now, I’m in the living room, but the door to our bedroom is half open. If I turn my head a tad, I can see the shape of him beneath the blankets. It looks so warm… and inviting… Hm, friend, this is driving me up the wall. Apologies. The living room’s table is wonderful, but I need to go give my darling husband a hug. Forgive me.

I will be back.

Yours truly,

Alexander