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Maybe he is right to be worried that I’ll run away. Then again, I’m not sure I could actually force myself
to move so maybe not. Not to mention I’m a little caught up with a fairly hrious mental image of
Bemy swooning like a damsel in distress like in an old timey
drama.
“I… all I did was make us even. You did two of the courting tradition things and now so have I. I do see
what you mean about hiding and holding back and I just wanted to show you that I appreciate it. Now,
in the nicest way possible, if we don’t end this conversation now I might actually die from
embarrassment. So please, let’s head inside and go make dinner and rx.” My voice is nearly
pleading. Bemy grins at me.
“I’m not sure you could actually die from embarrassment, but let’s not risk it.” He runs around to open
my door and leads me inside. I use my app to approve the security alert and we both get to cooking.
The meal we cook isn’t great, but it’s not aplete disaster. I’d give it a solid C+. We might have to
practise that, but it’s okay, we have time. Bemy excuses himself to the bathroom for a minute and I
take the time to check my messages.
COCK TALES
Harry- Guys it’s officially a thing now. The bartender doesn’t actually give me the drinks I order
anymore.
Harry- Can anyone work out what this drink is meant to be? -IMG.2
Harry lists the ingredients he watched the bartender put into the drink. I search online for an
answer.
Ryann- I think it’s called ‘Sweet poison.‘ Are you sure annoying this chick is the best idea? I’m not sure
you’re going to get anywhere.
Ryann- Also epting unknown drinks from someone with the word poison in the title is a little
concerning.
Harry–Who says I’m trying to get anywhere. I’m having fun and that’s enough for me. Besides, I’m
pretty sure she secretly thinks I’m funny. She won’t poison me. Probably. At very least nothing lethal. I’ll
risk it.
Ryann- If you say so. I’m hanging with Bemy tonight so we can chat more tomorrow okay?
Harry- Fine, go pet your Alpha Kitty Kat. I can chat with Megan. That is if she actually
answers.
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Ryann-… That was a weird statement. And Megs is sleeping. She’s had a fewte nights and turned in
early.
Harry- Oh. Fine, be that way. I guess I’ll go order drinks until the bartender cuts me off. Or kicks me
out, whicheveres first. Enjoy your evening.
Ryann- Night Harry.
I’m just plugging my phone in to charge by my bed when Bemy emerges from the bathroom. He
holds an arm out to me and I willingly step into him. He pulls me in tightly and gives me a light kiss, he
tastes like mint. I assume he brushed his teeth. He pulls back but keeps his arms hooked around my
waist.
“Ry, how would you feel if I maybe kept a few things here. Like some clothes in case I have to shift in a
hurry and end up ruining mine. Maybe a few extra things for when I stay over…” he trails off, watching
my face closely for my reaction. I remember therge bag he packed and the extra items he picked up
while shopping and narrow my eyes at him suspiciously.
“You’re asking, but you already brought the stuff with you didn’t you?” I ask. A guilty look crosses his
face.
“Well… yes. I thought I would see how the evening went before deciding if I should ask or not. So…
can I?” I consider for a minute. I guess there’s no harm in it. I mean at this point there’s no point
pretending that he won’t be staying the night sometimes, and it’s a good idea to have backup clothes in
case his get ruined or something. Still, I somehow feel like I’ve been tricked somehow. But I’m not
exactly sure how.
“Alright if you want. If you can find somewhere to keep them I guess it’s okay.” Bemy
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beams at me and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Thankyou.” He grabs his bag and pulls out a few neatly folded piles of clothes. I roll my eyes before I
grab pyjamas off my bed and head into the bathroom to brush my teeth and change. I’m just closing
the door when a thought urs to me. I don’t need Bemy going through. my underwear drawer.
“Stay out the bottom drawer of my dresser Bemy. Anywhere else is fine.” I call out. I close the door
but I can hear his muffled agreement. I’m brushing my teeth when I notice an extra toothbrush, a can of
men’s deodorant and a few cheap razors in my bathroom cab. Sneaky bastard started unpacking
things before he even asked me. I can’t help butugh. He did say he was seeing how far he could
push things today. I suppose he meant that in more ways than one. Bemy is definitely the kind where
I give an inch and he takes a mile. But he did ask, and I know he will back off if I tell him to, so I’m not
nearly as worried about it as I thought I would be.
When I exit the bathroom, Bemy’s bag is lying empty by the end of my bed and Bemy is closing
one of my drawers. I can’t help but let out a deep yawn. Bemy immediately approaches and guides
me by the shoulders towards my bed. He pulls back the nkets, waits for me to climb in then slips in
beside me, dragging the nkets over us. He sits back low against the pillows and holds his arm out
invitingly, a hopeful smile on his face. With only a moments pause, I lean into him and let him wrap the
arm around me, resting my head against his shoulder. I both hear and feel as Bemy releases a
contented sigh. He flicks off the light and shuffles us down the bed and into the pillows until we are both
comfortable. Either I am more tired than I think I am or Bemy is like a drug because I can barely keep
my eyes open. I hear Bemy whisper softly into my hair.
“Good night Ry, sleep well and thank you for today.”
I startle awake in the morning to the sound of my rm. I roll around trying to find my phone to turn it
off but realise I’m further from my bedside table than usual. I force myself to roll over and turn it off,
identally dropping my phone on my face in the process. Somehow, my sleep–addled brain realises
that my phone was further away than usual because I slept further over to leave space for Bemy.
Who I am now realising isn’t actually here. I guess he had somewhere to be. I find I’m actually a little
disappointed. Waking up with Bemy might be a little… disconcerting. But it’s still nice. I roll onto my
back, not wanting to get up, when a crinkle of paper under my elbow tells me I’m lying on something. I
unstick it from my arm and find it’s another of Bemy’s notes.
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*Good morning, beautiful!
As usual, I have what I expect will be very boring meetings I need to attend this morning. Although I
think they might find me more irritable than usual today as the meetings deprived me
wake up with you. of the chance to
Hopefully I’ll get a chance to see you today, but in case I don’t, I hope you have a good day at work and
you enjoy your ‘girl’s night‘ with my sister.
Yours always,
Bemy.
P.S. I swear I didn’t touch your bottom drawer…