“Can’t wait to use them,” Mark admitted, biting my bottom lip.
* * * *
The next morning as Mark got ready for work, I noticed how he was moving more stiffly than usual. I, too, felt a certain satisfying ache in my rear, and would need to be more careful than usual for a while.
Mark noticed I was awake and came over to the bed.
“Morning, sleeping handsome.” He bent down and gave me a kiss.
“Not sleeping,” I said. I was getting better; previously I would have added that I wasn’t handsome either, but thanks to Mark’s continued love for me I was beginning to accept my own self-worth.
Before he left the room, I told Mark I’d call on him at the café at lunchtime.
Winking, he said, “I’ll be sure to have something hot and tasty waiting for you.”
* * * *
Sitting at my desk at the library, fortified with a large dose of caffeine, I began to scale the mountain of paperwork that always seemed to magically appear over the weekend.