My haven in the storm.
I want to spoil him, to take him somewhere special.
I want to love him the way he deserves.
But life puts everything on pause sometimes.
Aside from family dinners and work, we’ve barely left my apartment this month.
We’ve both been so tired.
If snuggling under the covers was an Olympic sport, we’d both medal.
That part is lovely, I have to admit.
Being in Amos’s arms is the best feeling in the world.
I just… it’s becoming unbearable to drive away from him each morning.
After Olsen, I decided I’d neverevershare a home with someone again.
This feels different though.
It’s so much easier with Amos.
We merge like a zip.
I wonder what he’d say if I suggested we get our own place together?
Maybe one of those loft style bungalows he loves.
Brick walls and exposed beams.
Amos’s dream home.
There I go again, daydreaming.
The other day I was scrolling gay weddings on Pinterest.
As an event planner, it’s obviously crossed my mind more than once.
Fuck, I’m so smitten.
How embarrassing.
Once again, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Take Amos on a holiday first, that’s what I’ll do.
Yes. I’m gonna surprise him somehow.
What we need is another romantic getaway.
That sweet man deserves a breather from all those long hours at the studio.
Perhaps a night or two in Byron Bay?
Or another trip to the lake?
