You're Too Playful. I Hate You.

I love it when you kiss me before you leave for PT at 5am and when you come back home at around 8am, you shower your sweaty self, come back into the room, find me still sleeping and you kiss me again. You crawl back into bed with me, wrap your arms around me, kiss me and take a nap before your next class at 11am. To be honest, I love that routine.

Now, three days ago, it was fine until you came back from PT. You kiss me and wake me up telling me that you need me to help you with something, I hesitate to come out of bed but since you needed me, I leave the room and find you in the living room but I wonder… Why is the shower on? You tell me, “Because I’m going to take a shower” but why are you in the living room?

You hold me by the waist, kiss me while moving me into the bathroom and you tell me that you want to shower with me. As shy as I am, I’ll say no but I’m giggling like shit in the inside. It’s 8am, everyone’s dead asleep and we’re being lovely with each other. I play around and tell you that I won’t do it but your aggressive playfulness picks me up and brings me into the shower fully clothed.

I’m soaked now, thanks to you.

I keep repeating, “I hate you” but my heart is melting as you kiss me, smiling and giggling. Even though I’m soaked, hearing you giggle and seeing you smile at me was enough and hearing you tell me you love me… Took me away.

I’m trying really hard not to fall in love with you.

Clothes off, shower ongoing and hearts fluttering.

Showering together, mission accomplished.