Shaking my head, "No, not really. Just ready to have it off."
He nodded his head, "Im sure. At least walking will be easier."
"Yeah. I won't be hobbling like a polo stick when I go the bathroom."
He chuckles.
The last few days have been good. He sits with me, and we talk about anything and everything. He didn't pressure me about what had happened to me. We joke and laugh which is something i have not done in a long time.
The pull I feel toward him and his scent is getting stronger each day. I'm able to pick up his scent more and more. I find myself wanting to touch him to feel the sparks. He, of course, does not argue and lets me fiddle with his hand and fingers; it calms me.
If I can't fall asleep, he will sit with me, and I will play with his hand until I do. When I wake up
