Bookworm

We’re ridiculous m’kay?

Just… Not gonna lie.

*laugh*

SO

He’s in the kitchen looking in the fridge and he sees my grocery haul, which includes Coke bottles that are currently chilling in the refrigerator door, and he says, “Now I feel like a Coke…” so of course I step into the kitchen and give him a good ‘feel’ — which makes him all kinds of happy and handsy — and then I say, “No, you don’t feel like a Coke.”

So then he follows me into the other room and is like, “I think I feel like… a BOOK!” and gets all grinny (because of course I hold onto books — they are constantly in my hands) and lays down all stiff-like, pretending to be a hardcover, enticing me to open him up.

And before I can say, “What? You mean you want me to crack your spine…?” (get it? book? spine?) he points to the bulge in his crotch and adds further feel-up enticement with:

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“Look! A bookworm!”

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And y’know…

I gotta say…

I can read him really well.

But I didn’t see that one coming.

😛

(And he didn’t see his ‘bookworm’ coming either, because a laughing-fit Feve is not fit to be a feel-up-the-hubs Feve.)

(But laughter definitely lines the margins of our story.)