I am walking with the dogs. I make a movie. For my IG. My phone rings. It's my him. 'Hey, what's up? Are you coming over after golfing?'
'Yeah, I'm great. Golfing was amazing!'
'Happy to hear that, babe.'
'Is Louis home?'
'No, you can come over tonight.'
'Can I stay?'
'What do you mean?'
'Come on, you know what I mean. Can I stay?'
'I got to go, see you soon.'
And I hang up the phone. I know what he means. Of course, I do. But I don't know. Depends on Louis. Hope he'll stay at Harry's.
An hour later, when I was home, the doorbell rings. I open the door, and there is my baby. Wearing his way too sexy jogging fit. He's holding chocolate and wine.
'You didn't have to bring any.'
'I know.'
Then he walks to me and closes the door. He kisses me. Soft, nice. I love him. After our perfect kiss, we look each other in the eyes. After a long time, I don't know how long, could be a minute, or ten, or an hour, I think out loud.
'I love you, my little Irish lover.'
