He watches me cautiously, his eyes intent with hunger. Every time we walk
past each other, he brushes up against me oh so gently. He actually enjoys it
when I spend the night watching Top Chef with Scribe and hubby, nipping at my
glass of port while we make catty comments about the food. Sometimes I find him
trying to inhale my scent from my jacket, my shirt, the bed sheets.
Coming up soon: spa days, a trip to the Tarjay, Little Italy, and more!