February 1, 2015
I rub my hands across my face, letting out a huge groan. Being in my comfy bed and soothing my aching muscles feels so good. Just as I turn off the only light in the room coming from my bedside lamp, my phone buzzes. I check it to see Raff's ID on my phone.
From Raff, My Ninja Turtle:
I haven't seen u in a week. I'm worried u don't like me anymore :(
To Raff, My Ninja Turtle:
How could I stop liking u?
To Raff, My Ninja Turtle:
Ur perfect
From Raff, My Ninja Turtle:
Stop flirting, ur making me blush. ;)
From Raff, My Ninja Turtle:
I'm calling you, so if ur in a quiet area, beware :p
And just as he promised, my phone started ringing loudly. Since I had a heads up, I'm able to answer it quickly.
"Hey, love." Raff's soothing voice flows into my eardrums.
I've had a horrible day. Grandma Lil's was extremely stressful. You might think a bookstore that is barely ever crowded won't be a stress but it is when you only got a few hours of sleep the night before due to my restless sleeping. So I've been in a bad mood all day wanting to do nothing but sleep. Usually, I'd get annoyed in ten seconds with the person calling me. But, Raff makes my stress go away.
"Hi, Raff." I smile.
"I'm lonely, Aspen." He whines. I can imagine him smiling through the phone.
"Okay?" I say in a questioning tone.
"Come over and fix my case of loneliness. I miss your face." He sighs.
"I would be touched if that wasn't so cheesey. I don't even know where you live." I chuckle.
"That's why I'll text you the address, stupid. Do you know what we've never done together? Cuddle. I want our first time cuddling to be tonight."
"But I'm in pajamas." I groan.
"Leave them on. I'm in my pajamas. No big deal."
"Yeah but you probably actually wear pajamas. I don't wear anything to bed, just a sports bra and undies."
"Well, if you came in only your bra and undies, I wouldn't be upset, but I can see where you think the issue is." When he says that, I blush immensely. That's probably the first thing he's said in our relationship that's straight out of a boy mind. "Put on some sweatpants or something. Please?"
"Okay. Text me the address." I say and hang up the phone.
I can't believe I'm doing this for a guy I've been dating for only a month. I can't believe I'm actually getting ready to go somewhere at 8:45. But, I am.
After throwing on capri yoga pants that are tight at the bottom, and a hoodie that's from my old high school, I grab my keys and check my phone to see if he sent the address.
