Sixty three: Fart-head

As I cleaned the dishes I had used to cook breakfast for Seth and me, I couldn't stop smiling. I felt so joyful and shy. For the first time in my entire life, I had gotten laid last night. And, what made me even more happy, was the fact that it hadn't been lust. It had been purely love. 

Immediately I had woken up, I had had my bath, and had come downstairs to cook something for Seth and me. Erin had sent a text, saying I had to come to work as soon as possible. Though I still felt like spending some time with Seth, I knew I shouldn't joke with my work. 

"How's my baby?"

I flinched on hearing that voice. Well, I guessed I had to get used to getting startled by him. But why did he like doing that?

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pecked my neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did." I giggled as his breath hitched my ear. "And, what about you?"