I was in a giggly mood. We were cuddling on his bed. He started fumbling with the top button of my jean skirt and tickling my stomach in the process. "Get this off," He joked and He tried the button again, with no success.
"There are, like, eight more of those," I told him, pointing to the buttons that run all the way down the front of the skirt.
"Fuck that," He laughed and threw up his hands. "It's like a puzzle!" I laughed at his exasperation. He is adorable.
He laughed too and we dissolved into giggles as I undid the skirt. He pulled me close and kissed me, still laughing.
It's good to be back.