Gemma
When Sunday comes, Larry is back to his adult whiny self and I am more than fine with it. He's like a man-child, and I'm seriously fine with it. God...there's something wrong with me. Yet, I'm freaking happy. I even wake up with a sappy smile on my face. But when he nuzzles in for a kiss, I put a hand over his mouth and mine, coaching him about morning breath, what's considered sexy and so not sexy.
My hot ass boyfriend, who confessed that he was still supporting a slight migraine from his vertigo, hauled his sexy boxers-clad ass to the ensuite and did his morning stuff while I slipped into his oversize sleep shirt and used the guest bathroom to empty my bladder and brush my teeth.
"Why don't you use the ensuite? You should move your toothbrush next to mine. It'll make us look all
