Seriously, will this cold go away? Ever? At least I'm sleeping better, even if alone, still. Emily refuses to share my bed or let me share her bed. Not that I blame her. Don't want her to get sick, or have to listen to me sniffle all night.
We'll probably spend the weekend together.
She made me dinner last night. Spaghetti. Not as good as mine, though still appreciated. The show was nice, too, since she started cooking in between taking off her work suit and putting on casual clothes.
I sat on the couch for about fifteen minutes just admiring a beautiful woman in a simple white bra and panty set putter about my kitchen.
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