Yesterday, to everyone I(F) know would have seemed like a completely normal work day. I woke up, showered, got dressed and went to work.
Except I didn’t.
Let’s talk about the day before when he told me he wanted to steal me for the day. I thought it was crazy and I didn’t believe it, so teased and asked the questions of how, when, and where.
The next morning I woke up early to check my email… And there it was, the message I half-assed expected to see with the details on where he’d pick me up that morning. I proceeded to get dressed and ready for ‘work’ to make it appear like a normal day to my husband. But I called in sick as I drove to meet him.
He picked me up and we were off to start our day. Not really knowing exactly where we were going, but I was along for the ride. And I knew it was going to be fun and interesting. I also knew I had missed his touch and lips being pressing against me, it had been way too long.