We move around the kitchen like a well-rehearsed team, laughing and stealing bites of food as we work. Timmy picks songs to play in the background, and there’s lots of cuddling and kissing—his hands gentle on my back, some ass-grabbing, and the occasional playful spank as we navigate around each other.
He asks thoughtful questions about my methods and even shows me a few of his own tricks.
It feels… normal. Healthy, even.
It’s the kind of intimacy I crave, where we’re partners rather than combatants.
“Fuck, this is amazing,” Timmy groans as he bites into a flaky pie. His smile is genuine, and for a moment, I let myself believe this is who he really is.
“Oh my gosh yes,” I say, after trying it myself. “The puff pastry needs a little work, but the seasoning is amazing. You did a great job.”
“Wedid a great job,” I reply. “I love you, babe.”
He grins, leaning in for a kiss, puff pastry crumbs sticking to our lips.
“Hot,” I joke, wiping them away.
“You’re hot,” grins Timmy.
I laugh, meeting his adoring gaze. These are the moments I hold onto.
They’re the reason I stay, the reason I keep hoping.
A few days later, I decide to wear my leopard-print overalls. They’re cute as hell, and comfortable—a perfect fit for the day ahead.
“But I want to wear those,” Timmy says, frowning.
I blink. “They’re mine. And they don’t even fit you.”
“They do if I adjust the straps,” he insists, his pout deepening. “I tried them on the other day.”
Sighing, I hand them over and find something else to wear.
By the time we get to the liquor aisle of the convenience store, he’s strutting along in my overalls like he owns the place.
I snap a picture and send it to Alice.
Alice:
Could somebody get fucking Tarzan?!
Put the other strap on, Bam Bam.
I laugh so hard I nearly drop my phone. With his outfit, long sun-streaked hair and childlike enthusiasm, Timmy looks like a mix between a lost caveman and a walking meme. His sense of adventure and wild fashion choices make me laugh, even if they come at the expense of my wardrobe.
I show him the message from Alice, and he beams from ear to ear.
I’ve never dated someone who borrows my clothes and hair ties and sunglasses, let alone steals my favorite roller derby shorts. But his joy in these little things is infectious, like having a best friend who also wants to bang you.
That’s what he is—someone adventurous who wants to spend time only with me. Who makes me laugh every single day. Who plans big for our shared future.
Despite the chaos, these moments of camaraderie keep me hooked.
He’s been so sweet lately, I can’t help but believe he’s making progress. There’s a glimmer of hope—of a future where the highs outweigh the lows.
For now, I’m addicted to the highs of our love. They put me right back on cloud nine, and I convince myself we can make it work.
Later in the day, for reasons only Timmy knows, he decides to run away again. It’s like clockwork.