WIPpet Wednesday: Wishing and Hoping

School is officially back in session, and my younger child is now in public school. So far, after one day, she loves it. She already has some new friends. After telling me I wasn’t allowed to ask her about her day the minute I saw her, she decided to tell me about her day before I could say a word. Seventh grade is off to a good start for my older child, and it looks like it’s going to be a good year. Meanwhile, I started my first days without the kids by celebrating with a nasty sore throat and a head cold. Fun times!

On to this week’s WIPpet. When last seen, Adam was having a one-time fling with his coworker, a fellow graduate assistant in his department. They’re not romantically involved, so the fact that Adam’s mind is on someone else isn’t worrisome to her in the least. She’ll show up later, but I’m trying to keep her from being the annoying and meddlesome friend—I can’t stand that trope (usually).

WIPmath: 9 + 9 = 18 + the 5 from 2015 = 23 sentences.

Rising from the bed, Adam looked down at his not-quite-aroused state and really did groan. Regardless of how hot Mr. Health Center was or how good a night he’d ensured with his ridiculous condom assortment, that man had no business whatsoever haunting Adam’s dreams. He was not allowed in any way, shape, or form to reduce Adam to a bumbling mess of incoherent words. Adam was going to have to go right back there the minute the health center opened to return the unused condoms and demand normal ones instead, just in case his next date wasn’t as cool as Renee. It had absolutely nothing to do with needing a better look at the fine specimen of manhood stationed at the desk. Nope.

Adam dragged on a pair of sweats and padded out to the kitchen, where he said a proper good morning to Renee with a kiss on her temple. She grinned and handed him a mug of coffee.

“Up and at ‘em,” she said. She kissed him quickly on the lips. “I had a great time last night. Nice way to unwind from work. See you around the department?”

“Sure,” he said. “Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

Renee smiled. “That would be fun. We didn’t get to try out the political-themed condoms, after all.”

She winked then took off, and Adam leaned against the counter, blowing on his coffee. He sighed. The health center opened in an hour, which gave him plenty of time to gather what he needed and walk over. He hoped there was someone else working the shift so he wouldn’t have to deal with…oh, who was he kidding? He prayed to whatever Sex Gods existed that the hottest man he’d ever seen would be there, followed by an equally fervent prayer he wouldn’t screw it up with his lack of adequate communication skills.

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