It was a quick start of the day, and I gave a quick hug to the sleepyhead, which he responded with his eyes struggling to open, some soft mutters, and perking his lips for a goodbye kiss.

He slept on as I left him a note and the spare key again.

I don’t even think I had enough sleep after we had watched some series(No, not porn, thank you very much) on my desktop till daybreak.

He had dropped by very last minute after finishing some overtime work, and it was after I had finished with my Chelsea-Manchester United match.

Though he very evil-ly pleaded with me in a baby voice so that I would get some groceries for him.

I walked out and he was at my place before I was there.

I heard some ruffles and I turned to have the shock of my life, and that he was following behind me all these while.

I sulked at the shock he had given me and as he laughed, he embraced me to calm me down.

Good try.

The sweet one helped me to fix up the side table I had gotten from IKEA, which I had said in that particular entry that I didn’t manage to fix up.

He sat himself down on the floor and helped me with it.

‘Remember don’t put Charissa on it,’ he said, after fixing the table together.

We put anti-scratch on the legs, and then I poured some potpourri into the glass bowl and set the table at the side of my room.

He carried it into the corner, and the small little change just cheered me up lots.

I was telling JD how my nesting instinct is so strong these days.

He leaned onto me as we sat through some shows on the desktop, with the occasion tightening of embrace from me, and he would tilt his head sidewards to plant kisses on my arms, or grabbed my arms tighter.

I was dead tired since I had less than 5 hours of sleep the night before.

Of course he had to delay my rest till it was almost 7am.

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When I got home on Thursday, it was yet another note that greeted me.

The room doesn’t feel so cold anymore.