OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I know things couldn’t get any better. I wake up next to my girl, we have breakfast together, and then she reads newspapers and magazines while I work some from home, mostly taking phone calls. Then we have lunch together and hang out in the pool and in the backyard.
We do some decorating plans and then have dinner, ending our night snuggled on the couch watching TV until bedtime when we crawl into bed together, and she falls asleep in my arms.
Her second day there, I got all her stuff moved to my room, and it gets me rock-hard to see her clothes and items mixed with mine. The cold showers don’t help, and neither does my hand, but I won’t make that move until she’s ready. I promised her no funny business in bed, and I intend to keep that promise.
On the sixth nig
