2pm: T.G.I.F! Once again found it nearly impossible to concentrate at work due to fantasies of Jon and I going on highly anticipated vacation to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower and walk the Champs-Élysées before returning back to hotel room to make some love all hot summer night. Happiness bubble was burst by sudden text message from Dad demanding for lunch meet-up this Sunday. Was suddenly reminded of the fact that Dad hadn't found out I'm dating a guy, Mum probably told him and now Dad is hell-bent on a rendezvous.
8pm: Jon is working late tonight, won't be home till ten. Humph. Was looking forward to spending the evening with him. It has been a while since I've been able to coop up at home without anybody. Nothing much on the telly, strange for a Friday night. Eventually found myself zoning out, musing over being in relationship. Suffered unforeseen pangs of anxiety over Jon possibly having an affair with tall, blonde Tiffany at his workplace; Jon getting all flirtatious with a random easy-going, voluble dude. Imagination escalated to possibility of Jon getting tired of my attitude and dumping me aside a day after Valentine's. Almost turned the taps on. Suddenly realised Jon has been promoted from 'long-lost friend' to 'what would I do without you' essential person in life. I'm teetering on obsession but he's often times too cute and too caring to resist.
9.50pm: He should be ringing the doorbell any second. I'm excited!
10.20pm: Hope he comes home soon, need somebody to hug. Getting anxious.
10.45pm: Probably shouldn't give him a call. Must. Place. Confidence. In. Him.
11pm: Damn it. He probably got all carried away with blondy-Tiffany and is likely now at a pub to indulge in philandering. Going to ring him.
Two minutes before calling, he returns home, tosses suitcase onto sofa, loosens tie and begins to unbutton shirt while aiming for bedroom. He looks exhausted.
"You alright love?" Trying to test the waters in case he was in a sulky mood.
"Tiring day. Got called into another meeting at ten." He groaned, before becoming entirely shirtless. "Come here." And he pulled me by my shirt and straight into his arms, "I'm so glad you're here right now." He spoke so appreciatively of me. Damn it, guilt starting to linger for having doubted him. He was so sweaty, definitely needed a bath.
Landed on the bed as he continued to kiss me all over face and neck. Incandescently happy.
