Stayed the Night

Steve stayed the night. Blush. Quietly so nobody can hear, he is my weakness, I have suddenly realised. It's good, and scary all at the same time, you know, letting another human have that much. I find I am suddenly thinking about him. Then at other times my mind goes to him and I am wondering when I am going to see him again. I find I am thinking about the time in between, almost despite myself. It’s wonderful, and disconcerting, all at the same time. No, not really, it’s not disconcerting.