I now stand there, alone and watching him leave, and I turned back to the bed. It was messy. Everything was messy. I cleaned up the pile of clothes on the floor, and made the bed. I smiled once things were cleaned up and put some clothes on.
*A couple hours later*
I look in the mirror, noticing I threw on a lacey kind of outfit. 'Men should not be wearing this,' I thought to myself. I was about to change when the door opened and there stood my boyfriend....
"I didn't realize you came home so early. What time is it?" I say, staring at him.
"Around two in the afternoon. What were you up to?" Lou replies, changing out of his work clothes into just his boxers.
"Just waiting for you so we---"
"So we can do what we tried this morning?" He interrupts.
"Err... Yeah."
"Alright then," He answers, and pulls me over to the edge of the bed.
I look at him cuiously and tried to figure out why he was acting a little strange. He looked at me the same way.
"Hmm... Maybe we shouldn't..." Lou mutters.
"I agree..."
