Andy strolls to the kitchen, his scent being the first thing to announce his arrival. I don't turn to meet him because I am bygaged in arranging the cups on the tray for breakfast. He encircles his arms around my stomach from my behind, giving me a peck on the neck.

This has been blathering on for weeks now, and I am fascinated by what we have. He has been passionate but respectful all the same. He has opened up to me a lot, and I suppose this has done him a lot of good. 

This is all that I wished for. For him to be unrestricted with me. For...