We’re together three years now. Our relationship has undergone adjustments. I watched him develop and mature and grow to be even more handsome and loving.
I remember the first time Nicky sauntered into my life. It was early evening. He walked in slowly, tentatively. At first I didn’t think he noticed me. He is breathtaking. I keep watching him. He sneaks glances my way but never moves toward me. I watched him for a while and then I watched him wander away.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I didn’t want to think about him. It was way too soon. George had only been gone a few months and my heart was still tender. I didn’t feel ready. I didn’t know if I could go through that again. But I wanted to see this enticing guy again. I started hanging out looking for him. Sometimes he would show up and sometimes he wouldn’t. Each time I saw him, he seemed a little friendlier. After a couple of weeks, I decided he was shy and I would have to take the initiative. I discovered that he was just as apprehensive. After three more weeks, we moved in together.
I enjoy reading before going to sleep. Nicky lies down with me and cuddles while I read. That I like. But he can be pushy at the most inopportune times. He has one routine that makes me crazy but I live with it. He’s worth it.
“Nicky, stop it. It’s three in the morning,” I moan as he slowly climbs on top of me. “I have to get up in two hours. You can sleep all day.”
He pushes my hand. When that doesn’t work, he nuzzles my neck. He moves up to kiss my eyelids, the tip of my nose, then my cheek. He won’t take no for an answer.
He is so absorbed in his own wants a drop of spittle cascades and lands on my chest. He’s oblivious and keeps rocking slow and steady.
Finally, when I don’t respond, he loses patience. Smack! “Ow,” I mumble in a groggy voice. “That’s enough, stop it!” I manage to turn on my side, forcing him off me.
He sits next to me with a heartrending, bewildered look of rejection. Each time it’s the same thing. He pouts, I pity. “Oh, all right, come over here,” I mutter as I reach out for him.
He lies on top of me once again. This time he just purrs and catnaps like the beautiful cat he is.