~Flashback Continued~
~Thursday, November 24, 2016 - Thanksgiving Day~
The best part of waking up in the morning...
Is still a mystery to me.
Hey! You should be THANKFUL for being able to wake up another day, Buffy immediately retorts.
Yeah, I'd be just a tad bit more 'thankful' if Luca hadn't 'forgotten' to close the blinds yet again. I'm so getting him back for this.
I pull the covers off enough to stretch out in a comfortable position, and that's precisely when my phone chimes off twice, indicating that I've just received two texts. Rubbing my eyes with my right hand, I reach over to the nightstand with my left, grabbing my phone. Opening just one eye to -well, 'eye'- the notification, I suddenly don't mind the feeling of waking up in the morning to something like this:
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: Just 'cause I know you'll ask, here's how my day's been going so far:
9:10 a.m. - woke up with a smile on my face 'cause I dreamt of you moaning my name.
9:35 a.m. – took a shower jacking off to the sound of me moaning your name.
10:00 a.m. – ate breakfast with Riley at a local diner.
10:42 a.m. – came home. Riley went to go hang with some friends and I went to a soccer pickup game.
11:56 a.m. – started typing up this agenda for you.
11:59 a.m. – still managed to text you one last thing before noon:
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: Morning, Lo ❤️
Lord have mercy on my mind, and my heart, possibly my soul and most definitely a few lady parts.
I wouldn't mind waking up to this from here on out, at all.
Realizing there's only so much I can respond with in order to avoid giving off the flustered vibe, I proceed to text:
Me: No filter 😂
Me: But hello to you too, baby. And Happy Thankgiving ❤️
Also, I should probably change Ace's contact name soon. But I'll leave that for later.
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: 12:15 p.m. – got a hard on 'cause my girlfriend called me 'baby' for the first time.
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: And Happy Thanksgiving to you, too 🦃
Me: 😂😂😂
Me: Guess that calls for another cold shower 😂
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: Wish it were that easy. I'm still at the game, just got substituted out 😂
Me: Well, fuck. You got any ice? 😂
When he doesn't respond right away, I proceed to check out my social media accounts, scrolling down my feeds to remain up to date. It's a pain in the ass when accounts get neglected and I'm left scrolling through all the new posts just so the notifications can disappear.
Ten minutes later:
Subject 🧪👨🏻🔬: Sorry, had to improvise with some ice. I'm back now 😂
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