You were always very observant. I’d casually mention something in passing and you’d make a mental note of it, filing it away to surprise and delight me later. These mental notes ran the gamut, from my favorite brand of coffee to my deepest sexual fantasies.
Tonight was going to be one of those nights, but I didn’t know it yet. I arrived at your apartment, as usual. The plan was to make dinner, and I was expecting the evening to end with hot, delicious sex, also as usual. But tonight, you had a few…optimizations in mind.
As you opened the door, I was surprised to see the apartment was dark inside. “Maybe he just woke up from a nap?” I thought to myself. As I knelt to remove my shoes, I noticed the living room furniture had been moved around…strange. And then my eyes caught a glint of something metal, and my eyes widened. I suddenly understood the reason behind the naughty smirk with which you had greeted me at the door.
“Is that…what I think it is?” I asked.