Because It's You.

This is very, very bad (Wayo)

It seems that Ming feels like he has to prove his love to me daily. Ever since we had the run-in he's basically been attached to me in quite the literal term. I'm not complaining, I love being with him but it's like he's a man on a mission.

I'm in the shower right now after a particularly brutal night. My muscles are sore and I can't decide if I should be cursing my husband for current predicament or thanking him for everything that led up to this moment. There's no question that my Ming is every bit of a sex god, he makes my body feel things I would never imagine on my own. Every kiss, every caress sends jolts of anticipation and pleasure through my body.

"Don't take too long or you'll be late." Ming says wrapping his arms around my waist.

This position has never led to anything that would not cause me to be late. Damn him. What is he thinking of.

Apparently he was thinking of doing nothing at all as he reaches over me and grabs the soap and a loofa. He lathers it up and washes us both. After we're clean he turns off the water and steps out. Soon he returns with a towel and hands it to me. I simply stare at him in confusion. He didn't try anything. At all.

"Babe. We're running late. Even I can control myself." He says.

I give him a look of disbelief. He laughs and finishes up in the bathroom. I watch him curiously as I finish my bathroom routine. When I walk out I find that my clothes are laid out on the made bed. Wow. Did he do something wrong? Is he trying to distract me from something?

"Yo! Stop daydreaming. Come and eat so we can go." He calls out.

Why is he in a hurry? He's definitely up to something. I can feel it. I walk out slowly and breakfast is on the table. That's it! I can't take it anymore.

"What did you do?" I ask him.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything." He defends easily.

"I know you. You have either done something or you're plotting something." I say narrowing my gaze.

"Oh well, I haven't done anything...yet. As for what I'm going to do, you'll find out later, but I have to get to work early and I want to take you in so hurry up." He explains.

After being rushed through breakfast, I am ushered out of our apartment and into the elevator. Then I'm practically dragged to the parking garage and placed into the car. As soon as he's in and buckled he takes off.

"You know I could have just taken to bus if you were in such a hurry." I tell him annoyed at being rushed.

"But I really wanted to drop you off before I head in." He says pouting a little bit.

"Fine." I say and look out the window.

"Yo. Don't be mad." He pleads.

"I'll get over it." I say curtly.

"But you're mad now." He says.

"I hate being rushed and you know it. You should have told me that you wanted to leave early instead of pushing me along.  But no you told me at breakfast then you were practically dragging me out the door." I rant.

"Sorry babe. I didn't think about that." He admits.

We pull up to the hospital and I start to get out. He grabs my hand and leans over for a kiss then hands me a lunch. I smile then head into the building. He leaves. Actually leaves. No lingering waves or anything. Well this is a sucky start to the day.

I walk in and head right to my office. Even being early I'm not the first one here. My arch nemesis is. She's in the vault doing morning inventory. It's odd though, we're supposed to always go in pairs. I walk over and open the door causing her to jump slightly.  I feel a slight satisfaction about that.