"Do we have time to f**k?"
No response from me. I was just playing while dressing as usual. Silence. Moments pass.
"Screw it." he said
*flips me over and gets into position*
"You can't just present those to me and then run away. What is this?"
As much as I had no wish to have been rammed again, this morning (but was, anyway), that last comment from him was bloody hilarious, I thought.
As things very slowly draw to a close for us (little does he know), I still love some of the interaction between us. Funny little exchange. Small things amusing small minds.