… he still kissed me when we met up very briefly yesterday morning.
He never kisses me when he’s sick.
He asked how I was doing and I answered, “I’m okay, but you could text me back more. How are you?” Then I winked at him because he knew exactly what I was talking about (click here and guess the password 😉 if you haven’t already).
“I know, Mamacita. I’ve been sick. So mostly I’ve been sleeping.”
“Oh my goodness! You’re sick and you kissed me anyway. There’s a first time for everything!”
“Yes, Mama. You’re the one always telling me,” then he started pretending to talk like me, “‘I’ll be okay. I don’t know why you don’t just kiss me already. Jeesh!‘ So, I just kissed you.”
He makes me laugh.
Usually I have to beg for a kiss when he’s sick and then he will totally fake me out and turn his face at the last minute so I end up kissing his cheek.
He must have missed me.