It was a hot summer night, and the beach was burning ... alright, so I don't know about the beach, because I didn't go there today, but it was a hot summer day today, and we promptly had a power out at work, and I left by 5pm, much earlier than usual.
Spent the early evening in various stages of undress in a much too warm house, helped matters by opening all the doors and windows, and then watering the garden (and the dog). Ate dinner, worked a little. Talked to The Boy, picked him up from work around midnight, gave him a ride home and kept him company as he ate a late dinner. He walked me back to the car, gentleman that he is, and of course instead of me leaving right away, we leaned against the car for a while, looking at the stars and swapping stories. And yes, we got some good kissing in too.
I like this guy, I really do. I know he's not mine to keep, but I think it's gonna be a good summer. He knew exactly what he was doing when he picked me, and he picked well.
And I'll go to bed now and dream a good dream of light and sweetness and spices and smiles.
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