You were not happy the last time we met at the hotel.
I know. It was our first time. I mean the first time like clandestinely.
The first time we did not spend the whole night together.
I know. You were sad.
We are about cooking, talking, catching up, watching Netflix, cuddling in front of Netflix.
And sleeping together. You always stay over.
Sorry about the hotel thing.
Don’t be. We have survived.