The dinner was gorgeous. The multitude of snuggle opportunities that presented themselves throughout the film were brilliant. The sex was wonderful. All in all, the night together was perfect.
All I can say is: where was this man all my life?
And I have to admit, the America/Australian accent he had going on was strangely sexy.
Having said all that, there was one thing wrong with the evening. I was nearly asleep when I think I heard the gorgeous words "will you be my boyfriend?" but... like I said, I was half comatose by the time I heard them, so I can't tell if I was dreaming them or not. Seems too good to be true that he topped off the night with that question. And it's kinda rude to go "oh, I had this dream you asked me out last night" in case he did and then thinking he hadn't offends him. And then I'd sound like a freak if he didn't.
I don't want to wake up and face the world outside again. I want to stay where I am, even if I am inwardly fretting over whether I heard him ask me out or not. If I wake up, the magic is over; today is just another average day.
Though... I do have a day off. And if Cayden's willing, I intend to spend it with him. Not that I know what we can do. I just feel like staying here with him.
I shift slightly and eventually manage to get my eyes open, despite how hard Cay's warm body pressed up against mine makes it. I turn to face him and his warm grey eyes waiting patiently for me to wake up, kissing him sleepily on the lips before moving down a little so I can rest my head on his chest.
"I don't want to get up," I moan, my eyes sliding shut again, "I've not got work today, don't make me move."