TC spent the night last night. It wasn’t planned that way, it just kinda of happened.
Yesterday, we went with TC to a London east end Indian restaurant that’s excellent, popular and amazing for London – low price. We had a great time, Chris is quite good with the kids (maybe because he ain’t got many years of difference with them). He came back to the flat with us.
My youngest one is interrogating him. You can just see him assembling data points to rat me out later with. But it’s a friendly curious interaction. The oldest one, the grumpy teenager, is actually chatting with Chris. We’re all happy.
Chris is going out. He’s meeting a hot new bartender from his bar. I’ve seen the guy and indeed he’s cute and a well toned body. Chris is telling me it’s just a “friendly” meeting, but I’m all jealous and it shows. Chris rants that I have all my Asian toys, but that’s different isn’t it. Anyways, I lay down the law on him. No smoochy face, no pawing, no tongue. I’ve got an entire list of NO’s.
Chris has no idea where he’s spending the night, he’s former flatmate’s parents in town for the holidays. This only serves to agitate me more. Chris looking for a bed, at night, drunk. I add some more NO’s to my list. He’s giggling. He can sleep on the couch here as a last resort. “I’ll be OK”, he retorts. Off into the night, TC goes.
2 a.m., my bedroom door bangs open, it’s guess who, a little trashed, creeping around like a mouse, he places himself on top of me in the bed. I miss his warmth. He nuzzles my neck. It’s so horrible how easily we fit together. “He paw’d you, didn’t he, wanted to get in your pants?”, I ask. A quiet nod. We get up and I nest him up in the living room on the couch and go back to bed.
This morning, I’m heading to the gym (because I am a stud!!!) and awaken TC and lead my sleeping beauty to the bedroom and nest him back in.
The boys are awake in the living room when I return, they heard TC come in, the youngest makes the statement “Chris slept in the bedroom, didn’t he”. I explain the actual situation, but he replies, “that’s OK Papa, I don’t care”.
I’m so busted.