Ethan asked me to move in with him on more than one occasion.
always demur, insisting that I need my independence and that I want to
keep my apartment. I don't have any problems with spending some nights
at his place but sometimes I just need to be in my own space among
things that I've bought in an apartment that I've rented with the money
I've worked hard to accumulate.
pretends to understand, but I know he's frustrated. I reassure him by
taking over one side of his wardrobe and filling it with some work
clothes, my gym outfit, jeans, t-shirts and also by putting all my girly
stuff in his bathroom. That seems to placate him some.
After putting away the coffee and his drycleaning, I sit on the pristine
white sofa and channel surf waiting for Ethan to come home. He said no
later than 7pm. I look at the clock in the living room, it's 6.15 pm. I
take my Kindle out to read. Weariness overwhelm me. Maybe I'll just
rest my head a while. I lay my head back on the sofa, pulling the throw
draped over the back of it onto me.
I wake up to kisses.
And Ethan's wonderful cologne that smells of fresh cut grass.