It has been five weeks since we started our training regiment and sleeping in the same room as each other. What happened that morning hasn’t happened again, and we pretend it didn’t happen for the most part. It keeps driving me crazy because I just wish we didn’t have to pretend. He keeps insisting it is for the best that we don’t try and repeat that day, which is fine, but I don’t understand why.
He has truly made himself comfortable in my home and I have made myself comfortable at the pack house. Most days we are never apart and I have to say, I like it. My training has started to pick up and I know that I am starting to bulk up some. My clothes aren’t fitting tighter or looser anymore, they are just fitting me differently. Needless to say, I am enjoying the new look I am getting. Our
