The proof is in the pudding

I hadn’t seen him since 9pm on Tuesday evening. It was now Thursday evening, 6pm to be exact, and I could hear him coasting into the driveway. I smiled to myself, but didn’t move. I tucked the blanket closer to my body and waited for the sound of his keys in the lock. I heard the jingling, and then the sound of keys being dropped on the ground. I jolted from the couch and unlocked the door flawlessly. There he was, smiling, but obviously tired, as he entered our house.

"Who are you," he says, "and what are you doing in my house?"

"You’re house?" I laugh, "Well who are you? And what are you doing in my house?"

We both laugh. We both are too tired to commit to the charade, so he holds me close and hugs me tight.

"It’s been awhile since we’ve actually seen each other!" he states.

"I longest yet," I confirm.

He releases me and walks toward the kitchen. He has been in bed with me the past two nights, but with my early rising and his late nights, and friends, birthdays, movies, dinners and the like, we’ve just missed each other these past two days.

He pokes his head from the kitchen and smiles.
"Can I make dinner for you?" he asks, "on the grill?"

"Why of course! That would be lovely," I say.

"Okay then, I’ll fire it up!" he says as he exits to the backyard.

I follow him as far as the sliding door and smile at him through the glass, then I busy myself getting dinner ready to grill.
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How much more proof do you need?
If you knew him, knew us, then maybe you’re "uncomfortable situation" would vanish.

Then again, probably not.