"I know the perfect plan to cheer you up," he texted. Life had been stressful with overwhelming feelings and dramatic friends, and even though he had played no part in making me the mess I currently was, he tried his best to uplift my spirits.
Not having the spirit to respond back, I closed the app only to hear the familiar chime of him sending another text.
"After your bath, wear full pants," he texted. "I'll send the other details once you are done." I had no motivation to clean myself up, but I was sweaty, and I stank. Moreover, curiosity overtook me as I wondered what he could have planned for me.
"Pack your Sidney Sheldon book," he texted, and I immediately replied with, "Reading date?"
I met him near SP, and as we walked towards End Point, his lips seldom found my forehead.
"Chee," I replied.
"What was that?" he asked, leaning forward.
"Chee," I said in a loud tone, and soon his lips were on mine.
"Whenever you say 'chee', this is what you're gonna get."
I smiled to myself and continued with my 'chee' chant until we reached the fork of the road. Nudging my shoulder, he showed me the maps we were referring to. Pointing at 7th Heaven, he gave me a questioning look.
"Do you wanna have sex?" he asked, surprised at the close proximity of the hotel we had initially chosen. Our destination- End Point- was on the right, but the place where we truly wanted to go was in the opposite direction.
"Sure," I replied, very well knowing that it was all a joke. Little did I know how serious he would get just because he saw my eyes light up at the word 'sex'.
