What happened last night?

It was painful. It was sweaty. It was slow and then fast and then slow again. It was loud.

It was a blissful night.

I was aching everywhere when I woke up. I pouted, ready to be the whiney bitch that I always was.

What good would it be if I cried when there was no one to hold me in their arms if I broke down? I decided that a hot shower might do me good.

When I got out my phone was ringing. I picked it up and balanced it between my ear and shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Good morning,” my person said on the end of the line. I smiled when hearing his voice.

“More like painful morning.”

He chuckled. “Sorry about that. I was too hard on you. It was your first time too.”

“It could have been worse.” I struggled with putting on the towel around my head while on the phone.

“I like your positivity.”

I wanted to scowl so badly, but his voice alone sent butterflies to my stomach and what felt like a hairball in my throat.

“Thank you.” He added. “For doing that with me. I would like us to do it again, but I know how much pain you must be in.”

“We can do it when I start feeling like a normal human again.”

“Sorry,” I could hear his pout through the phone. “Next time I’ll be slower.”

“Mmm.” I smiled, holding my phone on the other ear. I had finished putting on the towel. “I enjoyed it, though. I really did.”

“I know you did.”

“What will you be doing today?” I curiously asked, plopping down onto my bed.

“Thinking about you.”

I scoffed. “That’s the cringiest line yet.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. But I’ll be coming over to nurse you, baby. Wait for me.”

“Okay.” He said goodbye and then hung up, leaving me in a dazed expression. I really wanted to see him. I couldn’t wait, especially since he would be taking care of me.

I stood up from the bed, carefully walking to make tea in the Kitchen. My body ached everywhere, but it was worth it.

Last night my boyfriend helped me through my first workout routine in ten years.

It was hard, but he made it so fun that I forgot I was even working out. Until this morning that is.

This story of mine is also published on my Tumblr secondary blog, Grey Tiny. Give it a visit to see some of the stories which I claim to write daily, when in reality I try to write daily.

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