But wait -- first things first. As I was typing my blog post last night, I kept thinking about how selfish I wanted to be and how I just wanted Adam in my bed so I could wrap my arms (that he loves so much) around him and smile contently, even if this is not at all what he wanted for the night. And as luck would have it, literally seconds after I publish that blog post, Adam sends me a text and asks if I'm still awake. All schoolgirl giddy-like, I immediately respond, "Yes."
"May I come over"
"Yes." (Translation: "YESSS!")
"My keys are at your place so i can't sneak in"
At this point I am so fragile and excitable that I start to think that he simply wants to come and grab his keys so that he can go back to his own apartment. I mean he did tell me himself that he'd be staying at his place for "personal time", even though I asked him if he was coming over (knowing already that he wanted to sleep in his own bed). So in a sense, I was pulling for him. I wanted to respect his own time, but I just couldn't bear to sleep alone and not talk about everything that transpired the past 24 hours.
In a risky sentence, I give him what I think he wants, and I offer to bring his keys down to him.
"I want you to buzzz me in"
:: squeal! :: He wants to come in! Whether or not it's to yell at me, or grab more of his belongings before leaving, or give me the kisses I'm clamoring for!
"Of course," I tell him.
He then tells me that he's tired, simultaneously signaling to me that:
- he doesn't want to argue or even talk about last night.
- he doesn't want to have sex.
- he wants to sleep in my bed.