Happy Wednesday! I’m finally back, but I got so derailed between work and illness and other changes that I didn’t manage to do much of anything with my goals the last couple weeks. I really hope I’m back on track.
It’s been a rough few weeks. My younger child was really sick last week, with croup and a horrible flare-up of her asthma. Now I have whatever-it-was (minus the asthma but with a side dish of fibromyalgia flare-up). Meanwhile, we have younger one’s special education meeting in a couple of days. There’s a lot going on with that, which I’ll share more about another time.
I pretty much failed all my ROW80 goals for the week, but hopefully that will change now that I’m done with a fairly big project and no one is sick but me.
- Read 30 minutes/day—No, but I finished a book I was being pokey on.
- Write 1 hour/day—Almost…ish
- Write 1 blog post/week that isn’t ROW80 or WIPpet—Actually, this one I did
- Write 1 flash fiction/month—Not yet
- Walk on the treadmill 5 days/week—Nope
Anyway, on to my WIPpet. Just a bit of fair warning, there is no actual steamy content in this snippet or in the chapter it came from, but it’s on the edge, and it’s pretty clear what they could do if they choose to. For context (because this particular thing isn’t really a spoiler), there’s some history between these two during times neither of them has been with someone else. Also, Trevor is not gay and hiding behind Marlie (his sometimes-girlfriend). There are more than two options, folks.
WIPmath: From the 3rd scene, 8 (from the 18th) paragraphs.
Trevor lay on his mattress, a light from outside glowing yellow against the still-falling snow. He was glad to be wrapped in his thick, warm blanket. His thoughts drifted to Marlie, his on-and-off girlfriend of many years. They’d known each other since diapers, and they’d been together in one way or another since junior high school. Although they’d split up multiple times over the years and dated other people in between, they’d always come back to the familiarity of each other. They were currently on hiatus, mostly because Trevor needed to get his head straight about their relationship and where it was headed.
With a sigh he turned over, listening to the slushy whoosh of the late-night traffic and trying to relax enough to sleep. He felt the mattress dip next to him and turned his head to look at his oldest friend other than Marlie. Nate planted an intentionally slobbery, wet kiss on Trevor’s cheek.
“We did it! We’re finally all moved in.”
Breaking out of his melancholy, Trevor laughed and wiped his face then rolled so he was facing Nate. “Yeah. Ugh, I can’t wait until we get all the crap cleaned up.”
“Give us a few days before you start the lectures, okay?” Nate rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.
“Fine.” Trevor reached out and put his hand on Nate’s arm.
Nate hummed and leaned in to kiss Trevor lightly. They stayed with it for a few minutes then Nate slid his hand from Trevor’s hip around to the front and dipped his fingers in the waistband of his flannel pajama pants.
“We should christen the new apartment,” he murmured against Trevor’s lips.
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