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2026-04-05

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-05 07:56:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well. I did and woke up pretty good. Just left the gym. Oh no, this is time for a nap I just got finished up with the gym now I'm heading to the grocery store I can't wait to see you. I woke up thinking about you. Of course I went to sleep. Thinking about you. And how nice it's gonna be to give you that first big hugs kiss I just can't wait to smell you and touch your hair face I miss you so much. It's gonna be so great to see you. We're down to. I guess just this time next week right I'll be In flight, I guess an hour at the airport waiting for 12 hours But yeah, pretty soon about Six hours from now, baby next week I can't wait can't wait. Wait wait Yeah, so I'm just doing Sunday things heading out to the grocery store and I think I might go groom bear today cause I fucking hair in the bed is getting out of control I said I slept well last night, but I wake up a couple times and felt like my face was covered in hair like because it was I guess that's just Having a dog with an undercoat Outer hair for Part of the game, but hoping if well I know that if I keep them brushed and ruined the shed so much less obviously, but has time for all that So might do that, but I don't know we'll get the groceries in the car washed out first We'll see what happens other than that. It's just wait to see you count the days. Well, I can't wait to hear your voice and I will talk to you soon, sweetheart. I love you miss you and I can't wait to see you and you're so so so pretty.
[2026-04-05 09:18:00] Sam Willis: Good Morning you sweet, sexy thing you 😍
[2026-04-05 09:19:00] Sam Willis: Hope you had a fabulous workout
[2026-04-05 09:19:00] Sam Willis: Get anything fun at the grocery store? 🤪 and probably a good idea to get Bear groomed lol
[2026-04-05 09:22:00] Sam Willis: I’m just getting up and moving. I was up so many times last night 🙄 I had a little bowl of icecream at like 8pm, then tried to lay down for bed at 830 and why tf did I snack so late? And on ice cream of all unhealthy things. Ugh 😑 no more snacking!!! Ish lol
[2026-04-05 09:31:00] Dave: Right?! Snacking right before bed is the absolute worst
[2026-04-05 09:31:00] Dave: I alway wake up after a while
[2026-04-05 09:33:00] Sam Willis: Right? And I tossed and turned and couldn’t fall asleep for like an hour 🙄
[2026-04-05 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Do you guys do anything for Easter? Big easter-y meal or anything? Lol
[2026-04-05 09:50:00] Dave: Nah. Don’t even acknowledge it really
[2026-04-05 09:51:00] Dave: Hbu?
[2026-04-05 09:51:00] Dave: In fact I forgot all about it being Easter until I got to the car wash and it was closed.
[2026-04-05 09:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning Was gonna say good grief totally rated. I'm out walking Levi. It's already super hot, which is not great cause I have another over an hour plus of walking to time I walk all three dogs so that sucks. I'm already sweating anyway. That is wild at the car wash is closed for Easter. It's like honestly wild. How many businesses in general are closed for Easter like I don't remember that being a thing. Who knows but now I mean, Christian and the kids definitely don't celebrate because they are atheist AF but sometimes I like might make deviled eggs or like get out the bread maker and make some good bread You know whatever I'm feeling like but I honestly kind of forgot about it too cause like normally at least do make some deviled eggs, but I'm not really in the mood plus I've been eating eggs like every freaking day so yeah Last year I got like those like bunny chocolate molds so I made some chocolate I could do that again, but Not really feeling it plus I don't need any more goddamn chocolate we have literally Six different things of ice cream in the house like Christian went insane and just bought all this free ice cream so I don't need any more temptation but let's see what else is. I'm gonna say. I don't know man sleep was rough. I'm not all with it this morning yet obviously oh I am gonna cave and have a Red Bull today because fuck it. I deserve one my little. Water Caffeine enhancers just aren't really cutting it anymore. All I really wanna try to get through the day without taking a nap that's a goal so we shall see but anyway happy Sunday if your car wash is closed I'm wondering if your groomer place is gonna be closed too. It's freaking weird
[2026-04-05 10:33:00] Dave: 6 ice creams?! Jeezus
[2026-04-05 10:34:00] Dave: Hahaha, you DO deserve a redbull!
[2026-04-05 10:34:00] Dave: Ugh, that’s a good question about the pet store!!
[2026-04-05 11:17:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/gabegibbs/reel/DWPMtY9yDGU/ Gabe Gibbs on Instagram 4M views, 367K likes, 4,935 comments: "still flying high"
[2026-04-05 11:17:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-05 11:18:00] Sam Willis: Finally done with the walks. I stinkkkk and am ready to shower and go to bed again😅
[2026-04-05 11:19:00] Dave: I call people Big Dog 😋
[2026-04-05 11:19:00] Sam Willis: Hey what’s the name of the acid or whatever that builds up in your body
[2026-04-05 11:19:00] Dave: Lactic acid
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: OK that’s what kept coming to mind but that reminds me of milk…
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: So I was confused…
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: Bc isn’t that milk related lmao
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Dave: Lactose is milk
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: See?!? Same same
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Dave: It’s the sugar in milk
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: So that’s the same kind of acid that like massage therapists massage out?!
[2026-04-05 11:20:00] Sam Willis: MILK SUGAR?!?
[2026-04-05 11:21:00] Dave: Well… lactic acid is the byproduct of sugar
[2026-04-05 11:21:00] Dave: Or something like that
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Interesting
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Sam Willis: You’re so smart baby 🔥❤️
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Dave: Why?
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Thank you
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Bc I feel acidy in my body lol
[2026-04-05 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Like…heavy. Like my legs are trunks 😂
[2026-04-05 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Going to do some yoga today though
[2026-04-05 11:34:00] Dave: That should help
[2026-04-05 11:54:00] Sam Willis: Oh interesting. So is it the lactic acid that like makes you look more “swole” or like puffy right after a workout? You know what I’m talking about?
[2026-04-05 12:01:00] Dave: That is from your muscles being full of blood from using them. It’s called the “pump” because you’ve pumped blood into your muscles. That’s where the phrase “get pumped!” came from
[2026-04-05 12:06:00] Sam Willis: Sweetttt sweet redbull
[2026-04-05 12:06:00] Sam Willis: Fill my blood with poison lol
[2026-04-05 12:06:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-05 12:06:00] Dave: It’s no more poison than the water mix
[2026-04-05 12:07:00] Sam Willis: Shhhh don’t you say that!
[2026-04-05 12:07:00] Sam Willis: That’s not true
[2026-04-05 12:07:00] Dave: Compare the ingredients. I bet they’re pretty much the same
[2026-04-05 12:15:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm
[2026-04-05 12:15:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 12:16:00] Sam Willis: 😜
[2026-04-05 12:25:00] Sam Willis: You know what I just realized that’s actually kind of fucked up? lol
[2026-04-05 12:26:00] Sam Willis: I straighten my hair at 430 degrees, which is hotter than the oven sometimes lol
[2026-04-05 12:33:00] Dave: Are you straightening your hair rn or was that just totally rando?
[2026-04-05 12:37:00] Sam Willis: Totally random lol
[2026-04-05 12:50:00] Sam Willis: I have a few more years before you can just kill me, ok?
[2026-04-05 12:52:00] Dave: You’ll be fine baby 😊
[2026-04-05 12:52:00] Dave: You have good genetics
[2026-04-05 12:52:00] Sam Willis: 😭😭
[2026-04-05 12:52:00] Dave: Just take care of yourself and get off your gd phone at night so you can sleep and you’ll be good
[2026-04-05 12:52:00] Sam Willis: I doubt it!
[2026-04-05 12:56:00] Sam Willis: It literally says I’m going to have insomnia and sleep challenges
[2026-04-05 12:56:00] Sam Willis: I think I’m going to start taking sleep gummies soon
[2026-04-05 12:57:00] Dave: 🤦‍♂️
[2026-04-05 12:58:00] Sam Willis: My nephew, with a like 3 yr old kid, gets wayyyyy better sleep than I do at night. I thought one of the main joys of NOT having kids was that I could sleep 😂
[2026-04-05 12:58:00] Sam Willis: It’ll be fine
[2026-04-05 13:00:00] Dave: 😘
[2026-04-05 13:00:00] Dave: 😘
[2026-04-05 13:08:00] Sam Willis: OK check in time is not until 4pm but I can try to request early check in a couple days before
[2026-04-05 13:08:00] Sam Willis: Ok now lemme see flights
[2026-04-05 13:08:00] Sam Willis: And if I even wanna bother fucking with it lol
[2026-04-05 13:11:00] Sam Willis: Sigh. There’s way better times now but for like $300 more 😭
[2026-04-05 13:12:00] Sam Willis: No!
[2026-04-05 13:13:00] Sam Willis: There’s no need to change.
[2026-04-05 13:14:00] Dave: Even to an hour later?
[2026-04-05 13:14:00] Sam Willis: I’ll just get there early and sleep ❤️
[2026-04-05 13:14:00] Sam Willis: Even an hour later is like $200 more. Not worth it
[2026-04-05 13:14:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-05 13:15:00] Sam Willis: OK so assuming I get to the hotel around noon. What time are you coming? And…cumming? ❤️❤️
[2026-04-05 13:17:00] Dave: 12:01, and 12:02 respectively
[2026-04-05 13:19:00] Sam Willis: lol then you better be ready to see me looking like a troll and then going to sleep sooon bc while I am VERY excited to see you and be naked and do all the things, I also am very grumpy when I’m tired
[2026-04-05 13:19:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 13:19:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 13:20:00] Dave: Then what time do you want me to come…. And cum?
[2026-04-05 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Depends. Do you want to nap with me or no? Lol
[2026-04-05 13:23:00] Dave: Yes, ofc. But I’d probably rather you be rested when I get there because I’ll also want to love on you and not sleep lol
[2026-04-05 13:27:00] Sam Willis: Ok well iiiii want you to love on me too!! ❤️❤️
[2026-04-05 13:27:00] Sam Willis: Would 230 be too late?
[2026-04-05 13:33:00] Dave: But you don’t want me loving on a grumpy troll…
[2026-04-05 13:33:00] Dave: So I’m good with why we makes you happy baby
[2026-04-05 13:36:00] Sam Willis: Youuuu don’t want to love on a grumpy troll! Trust me
[2026-04-05 13:37:00] Sam Willis: OK let’s just say 230. Hmph. lol
[2026-04-05 13:48:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-05 13:48:00] Dave: Why still hmph?!
[2026-04-05 13:48:00] Sam Willis: I dunnnnoooo lol
[2026-04-05 13:48:00] Sam Willis: I think I need a nap right now lmao
[2026-04-05 13:53:00] Sam Willis: I’m going to do just that lol. I just came into my room and one of the cats has been snoozing in here for hours 🙄
[2026-04-05 13:53:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 13:53:00] Sam Willis: Looveeee you ❤️
[2026-04-05 13:55:00] Dave: I love you, sweetiepie
[2026-04-05 13:56:00] Dave: So is 2.5 hours come to be enough time to nap?
[2026-04-05 13:56:00] Dave: And so that will put me at cum time of 2:31. Got it 👍
[2026-04-05 13:57:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Should be plenty of time. I love you ❤️
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Talk to you in a bit
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Dave: Enjooooy
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully this helps with my grumpiness!
[2026-04-05 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Do I have the Sunday scaries already?! 😭
[2026-04-05 13:59:00] Dave: Probably 😢
[2026-04-05 13:59:00] Sam Willis: I’m wfh tomorrow though
[2026-04-05 13:59:00] Sam Willis: Layla has dental surgery
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Driving in on Friday is going to kill me
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Dave: Yeah that’s right
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Dave: Hahaha daaaamn
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Dave: You have the FRIDAY scares
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Sam Willis: I have ANXIETY!!!
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Impending doooooom
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Dave: Traffic should be better on Friday though right?
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Actually, you know what it is? I know exactly what it is.
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Sam Willis: I’m homesick 😔
[2026-04-05 14:00:00] Dave: What it is?
[2026-04-05 14:01:00] Dave: Awwwwe
[2026-04-05 14:01:00] Sam Willis: Any, even the littlest holiday, makes me sad when I’m not home
[2026-04-05 14:01:00] Dave: And you just talked to mamma Jo last week too
[2026-04-05 14:01:00] Sam Willis: So everyone’s sending like pics of them making food and hanging out with family and I’m not thereeeeee
[2026-04-05 14:02:00] Dave: 🤗
[2026-04-05 14:02:00] Sam Willis: 🫂
[2026-04-05 14:02:00] Sam Willis: One more week and this will be usssss
[2026-04-05 14:02:00] Sam Willis: And I gotta stay off stupid ass social media
[2026-04-05 14:02:00] Sam Willis: One more week and this will be usssss
[2026-04-05 14:03:00] Dave: Well, in about 1 week and 27 minutes
[2026-04-05 14:03:00] Dave: Hehehe, I can’t waaaait!
[2026-04-05 14:03:00] Sam Willis: Same baby, same
[2026-04-05 15:29:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 15:29:00] Sam Willis: This kind of sounds fun
[2026-04-05 15:49:00] Dave: Social media governance…. Like this?
[2026-04-05 15:49:00] Sam Willis: Exactly!
[2026-04-05 16:04:00] Sam Willis: How’s your day going baby? Whatcha been up to?
[2026-04-05 16:05:00] Dave: I guess the car wash just opened late because when I went to get Greyson from church I noticed they were open. So I just finished up doing that. Otherwise, I’ve been cleaning the fuck out of the house.
[2026-04-05 16:06:00] Dave: How was your nap?
[2026-04-05 16:06:00] Dave: Did it take care of your grumpiness?
[2026-04-05 16:08:00] Sam Willis: Nice!! You’re being so productive!!
[2026-04-05 16:08:00] Sam Willis: My ring didn’t even log that I took a nap soooo I dunno that I slept. 😅 but it was nice to lay there I guess!
[2026-04-05 16:09:00] Sam Willis: I’ve been productive in that I’ve been scheduling appointments that I need to schedule and going through emails and shit.
[2026-04-05 16:10:00] Sam Willis: I cleaned most of the house yesterday. Or atleast all that I want to clean. I dunno man, my motivation is nil lol
[2026-04-05 16:15:00] Sam Willis: Hmm I might try this tonight to see if it helps me fall asleep.
[2026-04-05 16:17:00] Dave: Yeah, you should try it
[2026-04-05 16:18:00] Dave: Are you putting your phone down at least an hour before you go to bed consistently?
[2026-04-05 16:18:00] Sam Willis: …..
[2026-04-05 16:18:00] Sam Willis: Do you honestly think I am
[2026-04-05 16:18:00] Sam Willis: You don’t put your phone down until you go to bed!!
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Dave: No, ofc not. But it’s better than saying “try what you want, but why bother when you haven’t stopped the primary blocker’
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Dave: Lol.. I pick my phone up to say good night to you
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Sam Willis: What are you doing otherwise?
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Sam Willis: Probs still looking AT A SCREEN
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Sam Willis: 😜
[2026-04-05 16:19:00] Dave: No, ofc not. But it’s better than saying “try what you want, but why bother when you haven’t stopped the primary blocker’
[2026-04-05 16:20:00] Sam Willis: Ok ok ok
[2026-04-05 16:20:00] Sam Willis: I’m working on it
[2026-04-05 16:20:00] Sam Willis: I dunno why you gotta be all judgy
[2026-04-05 16:20:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-05 16:20:00] Sam Willis: 😘
[2026-04-05 16:21:00] Dave: It isn’t judgy. It’s sincerity 😘
[2026-04-05 16:22:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 16:26:00] Sam Willis: lol I’m sorry I’m such a grump today! My lawdddd
[2026-04-05 16:28:00] Dave: Oh please. You’re a total peach 🥰
[2026-04-05 16:29:00] Sam Willis: Sureeeeee lol. But thank ya love
[2026-04-05 16:29:00] Sam Willis: I just booked myself a facial for next week so I’m in a treat myself mood. Let’s gooooo
[2026-04-05 16:30:00] Sam Willis: We should also get a massage at the spa at the Gaylord
[2026-04-05 16:31:00] Dave: I think that’s a great idea!
[2026-04-05 16:31:00] Dave: I mean… depending on how much it costs lol
[2026-04-05 16:33:00] Dave: I’ve hear shit is hella expensive there
[2026-04-05 16:33:00] Dave: Oh actually… Maybe I’m thinking of the Dover
[2026-04-05 16:33:00] Sam Willis: lol true. Not looking to spend hundreds of dollars
[2026-04-05 16:33:00] Sam Willis: Imma look now
[2026-04-05 16:34:00] Sam Willis: Hey 15% off all services with a military ID
[2026-04-05 16:35:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 16:36:00] Sam Willis: lol. Cheapest massage is $170. Most expensive is $410!! Are they out of their mind. The $410 one is with CBD oil. Big whoopppp
[2026-04-05 16:37:00] Dave: Hahaha, yeah that sounds about right
[2026-04-05 16:37:00] Dave: Oh well… maybe we can just give each other massages
[2026-04-05 16:38:00] Dave: 😏 massages
[2026-04-05 16:38:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-05 16:52:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/hey.lindsayrobbins/reel/DUbhzdWko9X/ LINDSAY ROBBINS on Instagram 498K views, 29K likes: "Bless all the men that have been...
[2026-04-05 16:52:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha
[2026-04-05 16:52:00] Sam Willis: They’re just missing all the horny ones
[2026-04-05 16:53:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-05 16:53:00] Dave: Horny ones are pretty consistent across all for you lol
[2026-04-05 16:54:00] Sam Willis: Hehe
[2026-04-05 16:59:00] Sam Willis: So Christian has been super quiet for most of the day. Just seems like he’s deep in his thoughts. Anyway he went to go pick up Quinn at his friends house so he said he was going to of the rentals he applied for, specifically so he could see if “there are overt signs that the neighbors are nazis”…..
[2026-04-05 16:59:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-05 17:00:00] Dave: Yeah.. That’s all you can do
[2026-04-05 17:00:00] Dave: Yeah.. That’s all you can do
[2026-04-05 17:00:00] Dave: He’s the kind of person that that will follow around everywhere, forever
[2026-04-05 17:01:00] Sam Willis: You’re right
[2026-04-05 17:01:00] Dave: (Because he wills it)
[2026-04-05 17:01:00] Dave: Not sure if “wills” is the right word. But you ykwim
[2026-04-05 18:20:00] Dave: Aren’t you going to look at an apt tomorrow?
[2026-04-05 18:20:00] Dave: What time is that?
[2026-04-05 18:20:00] Dave: And what time is surgery
[2026-04-05 18:20:00] Sam Willis: It’s a house, and at 5pm
[2026-04-05 18:21:00] Sam Willis: Drop Layla off for surgery at 8am. Not sure how long it’ll take
[2026-04-05 18:43:00] Dave: Weeeeell… What do you think we’ll be doing exactly 1 week from now?? 😁
[2026-04-05 18:54:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-05 18:55:00] Sam Willis: Wellll
[2026-04-05 18:56:00] Sam Willis: Probably eating and drinking bc we will need to consume something after we’ve had sex a couple times😘
[2026-04-05 19:04:00] Sam Willis: I’m watching a YT video about Carmel vs Fishers IN (the two towns I’m torn between to move to) and the Carmel high school has 5300 kids!!! wtf. Mine had not even 1000
[2026-04-05 19:06:00] Dave: That’s awfully presumptuous of you…
[2026-04-05 19:06:00] Dave: That’s awfully presumptuous of you…
[2026-04-05 19:07:00] Sam Willis: Oh yea?
[2026-04-05 19:08:00] Dave: Who says we’ll have had sex AT ALL? Much less a couple times
[2026-04-05 19:08:00] Sam Willis: I say
[2026-04-05 19:08:00] Sam Willis: And what I say goes
[2026-04-05 19:09:00] Dave: Yeah I let it work that way last time
[2026-04-05 19:09:00] Dave: But we’ll see how it goes this time
[2026-04-05 19:12:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Wowwwww
[2026-04-05 19:22:00] Sam Willis: We WILL see
[2026-04-05 19:22:00] Sam Willis: I’ll let you be in charge…see how long you can hold out
[2026-04-05 19:22:00] Sam Willis: See how long you can abstain….
[2026-04-05 19:23:00] Dave: Maybe I just want to be with you for a little while
[2026-04-05 19:24:00] Dave: Hahaha… “let”
[2026-04-05 19:24:00] Dave: You’re so cute
[2026-04-05 19:24:00] Dave: AM I JUST A PIECE OF MEAT TO YOU?!
[2026-04-05 19:24:00] Dave: Hahaha… “let”
[2026-04-05 19:24:00] Dave: You’re so cute
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Uh huh
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: And that’s fine
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Totalllyyyyy fine
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: A girl has needs 😜
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Uh huh
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: And that’s fine
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Totalllyyyyy fine
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: A girl has needs 😜
[2026-04-05 19:25:00] Sam Willis: Have YOU been having sex?!?
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Dave: No, actually.
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Sam Willis: 😒
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Dave: Oh needs will still be met
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Dave: No, actually.
[2026-04-05 19:26:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-05 19:27:00] Sam Willis: Ok. Deal. 🤝 no sex right away
[2026-04-05 19:27:00] Sam Willis: Yet anyway. That could change this week!
[2026-04-05 19:27:00] Sam Willis: Yet anyway. That could change this week!
[2026-04-05 19:27:00] Dave: It won’t.
[2026-04-05 19:27:00] Sam Willis: Ok. Deal. 🤝 no sex right away
[2026-04-05 19:29:00] Sam Willis: Can we still kiss!!
[2026-04-05 19:29:00] Dave: Of course!!
[2026-04-05 19:32:00] Dave: Maybe we go hang out at the bar… check the place out… get something to eat… find somewhere to make out where we might get seen 😏
[2026-04-05 19:34:00] Sam Willis: I’m down!!
[2026-04-05 19:39:00] Sam Willis: I just can’t wait to see YOU baby. And be with you.
[2026-04-05 19:39:00] Sam Willis: ❤️
[2026-04-05 19:40:00] Dave: I know. It’s going to be great!!
[2026-04-05 19:45:00] Sam Willis: Are you getting nervous at all?
[2026-04-05 19:46:00] Sam Willis: How does this time feel compared to last?
[2026-04-05 19:48:00] Dave: Nope, not at all. You?
[2026-04-05 19:51:00] Sam Willis: I’m not feeling nearly as nervous. It also has not hit me yet I don’t think lol. Like it still doesn’t feel like I’m going to see you in a week. But all in all, basically no nerves. And I’m feeling significantly less guilty bc I’m not…cheating…😬
[2026-04-05 19:53:00] Dave: Last time there was an air of is this going to work? Is this for real? And now that that has been determined, I’m much more relaxed about the “ifs” and excited to get more of what I know is amazing and have been missing ever since 🥰🥰🥰
[2026-04-05 19:54:00] Sam Willis: Ahem, how dare you question if it was going to work!! HMPH
[2026-04-05 19:55:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-05 19:56:00] Sam Willis: No I hear what you’re saying though. We still need to be careful though and be…discreet. Hmph
[2026-04-05 19:56:00] Dave: Omg… all the hmphs!!
[2026-04-05 19:56:00] Dave: Are you still a grumpy troll?
[2026-04-05 19:58:00] Dave:
[2026-04-05 20:00:00] Sam Willis: Yes. Hehe
[2026-04-05 20:00:00] Sam Willis: WE DO!!
[2026-04-05 20:00:00] Sam Willis: I don’t want to like….ruin your life!! 🤦‍♀️
[2026-04-05 20:00:00] Sam Willis: Yes. Hehe
[2026-04-05 20:04:00] Dave: You’re so paranoid
[2026-04-05 20:04:00] Dave: You’re so paranoid
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Dave: Speaking of paranoia… are you going to get gummies?
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Dave: Probably need to do it like, tomorrow to make sure they get here
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Dave: Speaking of paranoia… are you going to get gummies?
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Sam Willis: You’re not paranoid enough!
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Dave: Probably need to do it like, tomorrow to make sure they get here
[2026-04-05 20:05:00] Sam Willis: Yes. I willllll
[2026-04-05 20:06:00] Dave: I’m exactly paranoid enough
[2026-04-05 20:06:00] Sam Willis: Tomorrow or Tuesday
[2026-04-05 20:06:00] Dave: I’m exactly paranoid enough
[2026-04-05 20:07:00] Sam Willis: Are we fighting? 🤪
[2026-04-05 20:11:00] Dave: Have we ever fought? I know we’ve questioned whether we have before and maybe decided on once?
[2026-04-05 20:12:00] Sam Willis: No I don’t think we’ve ever actually fought
[2026-04-05 20:12:00] Sam Willis: I’ve never been mad at you
[2026-04-05 20:12:00] Sam Willis: YOU’VE BEEN MAD AT ME?!??
[2026-04-05 20:13:00] Dave: I don’t think so
[2026-04-05 20:15:00] Sam Willis: Hmmmm
[2026-04-05 20:55:00] Dave: Guess who’s assess are in bed nice and early tonight!!
[2026-04-05 20:55:00] Sam Willis: Yay!!!
[2026-04-05 20:56:00] Sam Willis: Sweet dreams to you and Bear
[2026-04-05 20:56:00] Dave: And I changed the bedding today 🥰
[2026-04-05 20:56:00] Sam Willis: The bestttttt
[2026-04-05 20:56:00] Dave: So no dog hair in my…. Everywhere
[2026-04-05 20:57:00] Dave: Fresh sheets and comforter is the best thing EVER
[2026-04-05 20:57:00] Sam Willis: I love you ❤️ can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-04-05 20:57:00] Dave: I love you more
[2026-04-05 20:57:00] Sam Willis: You’ll sleep like a baby in all the freshness
[2026-04-05 20:58:00] Dave: Night night sweetiepie
[2026-04-05 20:58:00] Dave: I’m so excited to see you
[2026-04-05 20:58:00] Sam Willis: Eeeee!!
[2026-04-05 20:59:00] Sam Willis: I am too
[2026-04-05 20:59:00] Dave: In less than a week! Eeeeee
[2026-04-05 22:23:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/mahi.wayy/reel/DSlWFk9DcdV/ Mahima Bhattarai on Instagram 682K views, 24K likes: "Everyone knew🫠 #officeromance #fyp #couplet...

The apartment was quiet enough that Dave could hear the refrigerator cycle two rooms away, and Sam's breathing on the other side of the kitchen island, uneven and trying not to be.

He had not touched her yet. That was the point.

She was standing where he'd put her forty minutes ago, bare feet on the cold tile, wearing only a pair of white cotton underwear and one of his old gym shirts — the soft grey one she kept stealing back. Her hair was still damp from the shower she'd taken while he unpacked. Four days early. He'd caught an earlier flight because he couldn't stand the wait any more than she could, and when she'd opened the hotel door and seen him standing there — bag at his feet, expression careful — she'd made a sound he was still turning over in his head. Small. Wrecked. Relieved.

She had tried, immediately, to climb him.

"No," he'd said, catching her wrists. Gentle. Final. "Not yet."

She'd gone very still. Recognized the shift in his voice the way she always did — the register that meant they were doing this now, that the weekend had begun, that her body was on loan. Her pupils had gone wide and glassy in a way that made his cock thicken against his thigh, and he'd made himself wait. Three days of her wound up. Three days of her texting him filth and begging and that teasing little line — I say and what I say goes — that they both knew was a joke about who actually ran this. He could have pinned her against the hotel door and fucked her in under a minute. She would have loved it.

He wanted to do something better than that.

So he had put her here. Bare tile. Bare legs. Hands at her sides. He had poured himself a glass of water and watched her from the other side of the counter, and he had let the silence do the work.

"How long has it been?" he said now.

"Ten days." Her voice came out scraped. She hadn't spoken in a while.

"Ten days since what."

"Since I came."

"Good girl." He saw her shift her weight at the phrase, thighs pressing together once, involuntary. "Step out of the underwear."

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down. Careful. He watched the cotton go dark in the crotch as it passed her knees, a wet patch the shape of a thumbprint, and something in his chest contracted. She stepped out, left them on the tile, straightened again.

"Come here."

She crossed the kitchen to him. The shirt was long enough to hide almost nothing and everything at once — he could see the shape of her thighs moving under it, the place where the hem brushed. She stopped in front of him and tilted her face up, waiting.

He set the water glass down. Took her jaw in his hand. Thumb along the line of her cheekbone, fingers curled under her ear. Her eyes closed.

"I'm going to tell you what happens now," he said quietly. "You're going to listen. You're not going to ask for anything. You're not going to move until I tell you. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to sit on that couch. You're going to kneel in front of me. I'm going to undo my belt and take out my cock and you're going to put your mouth on it, and you're going to keep it there — not sucking, not moving — just holding it in your mouth, warm, while I read on my phone. For as long as I feel like."

Her breath stuttered against his wrist.

"After a while I might decide to fuck your throat. Or I might not. You won't know which. When I'm done with that, I'm going to bend you over the arm of the couch and I'm going to lick you until you shake, and I'm not going to let you come. And then I'm going to fuck you. And then, maybe, if you've been good, I'll let you come. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." It came out almost a whisper.

"Say it back."

She swallowed. "Kneel. Hold it in my mouth. Don't come. Fuck my throat if you want." Her voice shook on the last part and he felt her pulse under his thumb, jumping. "Don't come. Fuck me. Maybe come."

"Good girl."

He walked to the couch. Didn't look to see if she was following — he could hear her bare feet on the tile, then the carpet, soft, obedient, behind him. He sat. Unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, popped the button of his jeans, drew his cock out into his hand. Already hard. Had been hard since the airport, really. He stroked himself once, slow, watching her lower herself to her knees between his thighs.

She looked up at him. Her mouth was already open.

"Slow," he said. "Just the tip first. Hold it on your tongue."

She leaned forward and took the head of his cock between her lips, and Christ, the heat of her mouth after ten days of phones and distance nearly undid him on the spot. He kept his face still. Let her settle. Watched her eyes flutter closed as she took more of him, inch by inch, until her nose was almost at his stomach and he could feel the back of her throat soft against the tip.

"Hold," he said.

She held.

He picked up his phone. Opened it to nothing in particular. Scrolled. His other hand rested on the crown of her head, fingers in her damp hair, not pushing, just there. He could feel every small swallow she made around him. Her saliva pooling. The tremor in her jaw as the minutes passed and her mouth began to ache.

A minute. Two. Three. He watched the clock change in the corner of the screen.

She made a small sound, not a complaint, just a sound — the sound of a body trying not to ask. He tightened his grip in her hair in acknowledgment and she went still again. A thread of drool slid from the corner of her mouth down her chin, caught on the collar of his shirt — her shirt, his shirt — and left a dark spot on the grey.

"Look at me."

Her eyes opened. Already wet. Already drifting.

"You know what I love about you right now?" He was barely speaking above a murmur. "You are the only person in the world who gets to see me like this. And I am the only person in the world who gets to see you like this. Four years. And nobody else knows."

Her eyes spilled over. Not sad. He'd seen this kind of crying from her before — the tears that came when the feeling got too big to fit anywhere. She made a tiny noise around his cock, a hum that vibrated up his spine.

"Now suck."

She did. Tentative at first, and then harder, as the permission unlocked something, and he let his head tip back against the couch and let her have him for a while — the wet sound of her mouth, the small desperate gasps she took through her nose, her hand creeping up to grip the base of him because she couldn't quite take all of him at that angle. He let her work. Let her need be the thing in the room.

Then he pulled her off by the hair.

She gasped, mouth slack and shining, chin wet, and he held her there for a breath just to look at her — pupils blown, lips swollen, his shirt half-off one shoulder — and then he stood her up, turned her, bent her over the rolled arm of the couch.

The shirt rode up to her waist. He pushed it the rest of the way.

She was soaked. Not wet — soaked, the inside of her thighs shining with it, a slick trail almost to her knee. He made a low sound without meaning to and dropped to his own knees behind her.

"Don't come," he said against her skin. "I mean it. Not until I say."

"Yes, Sir — "

He put his mouth on her cunt.

She jerked forward hard, banging her hip against the couch, and he held her hips and pulled her back onto his face. Ten days. Ten days she'd been wound up and denied and sent to sleep aching, and he ate her like he was apologizing for every one of them — tongue flat against her clit, then circling, then fucking into her hole, tasting the salt and the musk and the want of her. She was shaking within seconds. Within a minute she was babbling, not words, just sound, and he could feel her thighs trying to clamp around his head and he pushed them apart with his palms and kept going.

"Please — please — Sir please I can't — "

He pulled back. Just his breath on her. She sobbed.

"Not yet."

"Please — "

"Not yet." He stood. Lined himself up. Ran the head of his cock through the mess of her, over her clit, and watched her entire body seize and try not to come from that alone. "Hold it."

"I can't — "

"You can. You have."

He pushed into her.

All of him, one slow continuous slide, because she was wet enough that nothing needed easing, and her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent shape and he had to grip the base of himself to keep from coming right there inside her. He held. Buried. Felt her clench around him in small rhythmic spasms, her body already trying.

"Hold it, baby. Hold it for me."

"Yes — yes Sir — "

He started to move. Slow, deep strokes, the kind that pulled all the way out and drove all the way back in, and every one of them made her gasp like it was the first. He had one hand on the small of her back and one hand in her hair, and he watched his cock disappear into her over and over, watched her cunt cling to him on the pull-out, wet and pink and wrecked.

"Look at you," he said. Voice gone rough. "Look how good you take it."

She was crying openly now, tears running sideways across the bridge of her nose and into the couch cushion, and he knew it wasn't pain, knew it was the other thing, the overflow.

He fucked her harder. Then harder. The couch dragged an inch forward on the carpet with each thrust. She was making a noise on every breath now, a small broken ah, ah, ah, and her hand had found his wrist where it gripped her hip and she was holding on like she was about to fall off the earth.

"Now," he said. "Come now. Come on my cock."

She came with a sound that wasn't human — a long, raw, sobbed-out wail — and her cunt clamped around him so hard he saw white, and he fucked her through it, through the first wave and into the second, and then he let go and came inside her with his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, teeth against the fabric of his own shirt, one hand still buried in her hair.

For a long time neither of them moved.

Then he pulled out, slow, and she whimpered, and he gathered her up off the couch like something precious and carried her to the bed and laid her down on her side and crawled in behind her. She was still shaking. He pulled the blanket over them both and put his hand flat over her stomach and held her there while the tremors worked their way out of her in waves.

"I'm here," he said against the back of her neck. "I've got you. I'm here."

She made a small sound and pressed back into him.

"You did so good. You did so good, baby."

"You came early," she whispered, eventually. Hoarse. Smiling — he could hear it.

"Couldn't wait."

"Liar. You had a plan."

"I always have a plan."

She laughed, a wet, wrecked little laugh, and turned her face into the pillow, and he tightened his arm around her and felt her whole body finally go soft against his — the bracing gone, the wound-up thing unwound, ten days spilled out and pooled between them on a stranger's hotel sheets.

"I love you more," he said, because it was her line, and she gave it back to him in a murmur already halfway to sleep, and outside the window some other city kept being itself, and neither of them noticed.

The wolves had been quiet for an hour, which was worse than the howling.

Sam heard it first — or heard the absence of it — and she turned on the stone stair with her lantern low against her thigh, the shutter cracked just enough to throw a coin of light on the snow. Behind her, the keep door stood open a hand's width where Dave had wedged it with his boot. Beyond that, the forest. Beyond the forest, the pass they'd come through at dusk, and the thing in the pass that had taken their horses and one of their men and was now, apparently, waiting.

"Inside," Dave said from above her on the wall. He didn't raise his voice. He never did. It was one of the first things she'd noticed about him, four winters ago when the Margrave had sworn them both to the same banner — that he spoke as if the world would lean in to hear him and, absurdly, the world did.

She came up the stair. The stone was slick. Her mail chimed under her cloak, a small domestic sound against the hugeness of the dark.

"Anything?"

"Nothing I trust."

They had been riding toward Vesperholt for nine days, carrying a sealed writ that neither of them had read and both of them had suspicions about. Three nights ago they had lost the rest of the escort in the river crossing. Two nights ago they had lost the road. Tonight they had found this — a ruined watch-keep, half its roof gone, a fire-pit in the hall that someone had used not long before and left cold.

Dave was bareheaded in the snow, the torch-stub in the wall sconce painting the side of his scalp copper. He had taken off his gauntlets to listen better. His hands were bare on the stone of the battlement and she could see, even from here, the old white scar across the back of the right one. She knew the story of that scar the way she knew her own teeth.

"Come down," she said. "Please. If there's nothing to see, don't stand where it can see you."

He looked at her. In the torchlight his eyes were steady as a held breath. Then he swung off the wall and came down the stair, and when he reached her he put his cold hand flat against the side of her neck under her hood, just for a moment, just to know she was warm.

"Fire's almost gone," he said.

"I'll feed it."

"I'll feed it. You eat."

They moved inside together. He set the bar across the door — heavy old oak banded in iron, the bar itself notched from other nights, other sieges, other people who had not made it to Vesperholt either. The hall smelled of cedar smoke and stone and the faint mineral tang of old blood in old mortar. Sam's stomach turned over on itself from hunger and from something else.

She sat on her heels by the pit and ate the hard cheese and the harder bread and watched him lay the last of the split pine over the coals. He did everything with the same unhurried competence. Even kneeling to blow on embers he looked like a man who had decided, at some earlier hour of his life, that panic was a poor use of the time given him.

"Dave."

"Mm."

"If we don't — "

"We will."

"If."

He sat back on his heels and looked at her across the little fire. "Say it."

"If we don't make it through the pass tomorrow I want to have told you I'm not afraid. Of this. Of you." She laughed, once, a dry small sound. "I'm afraid of everything else. But not of you."

"Virginia," he said — her joke-name, his joke-name for her, from the first night they'd ridden together and she'd told him about the red dust of the country she'd come from and he'd said and I'm from a place with the same name as a saint, and somewhere in the four years since, the geography had got tangled up and become a private language — "Virginia. You've never been afraid of me a single hour."

"I've been afraid of how much I — "

"Yes."

The fire took. The new wood caught with a sigh and threw up a pale gold glow that made his face, for a moment, young.

She set down the bread. She came around the fire on her knees. He watched her come. He did not reach for her until she was close enough that reaching was not a question. Then his bare hand went back to her neck, up into her hair under the hood, and he pulled the hood down with his thumb and looked at her like a man reading a map he had memorized a long time ago and was only now permitted to touch.

"Tell me to stop and I stop," he said.

"Don't stop."

He kissed her. He kissed her the way he did everything — without hurry and without any doubt. His mouth was cold at first from the wall and then hot, and his tongue tasted of the thin wine they'd shared out of his skin, and his hand at the back of her skull held her exactly where he wanted her and nowhere else. She made a noise against his mouth that surprised her — small, wrecked, glad.

"The mail," he murmured. "Off."

"You first."

"Both. Together. Come here."

He pulled her up. They fumbled at each other's buckles in the firelight, their breath clouding, fingers clumsy with cold and with wanting. His hauberk rang when it hit the flagstones. Hers followed. The padded gambeson underneath came open at the laces and he pushed it off her shoulders and then, with a patience that was almost cruel, stopped and just looked at her — linen shirt sweat-stuck to her skin, her hair coming down out of its braid, her mouth already swollen from his.

"Four years," he said, like a man setting down something heavy. Then he was on her.

He got her down onto his cloak on the warm stones by the fire, and he pulled the linen up over her hips and got his mouth on her before she had time to be cold. She arched off the floor. His tongue was hot and flat and exact and he made a low pleased sound against her cunt that she felt in her teeth. She put her hand over her own mouth. The keep had no one in it but them, probably, and also the dark outside was listening, and also she could not afford the sound she was about to make.

"No," he said, lifting his head just enough. "Let me hear you."

"The — "

"Let me hear you, Sam."

So she did. She let it out — the broken open noise, the oh God, the whimper when he got two fingers in her and curled them and went back to work with his mouth like a man who had studied her and passed every exam. He knew her. That was the thing that undid her every time. He knew where she was loud and where she was quiet and where, if he stayed just there, just like that, she would come apart in under a minute.

She came apart in under a minute.

He didn't give her time. He came up her body with her still shuddering, and he pulled her shirt over her head and got his hand between her breasts flat over her heart and held it there — just feeling it pound — while he unlaced his breeches with the other hand. His cock when he got it free was hard enough to be painful-looking, flushed dark in the firelight, and she reached down and wrapped her hand around it and he made a sound she had heard maybe three times in her life and wanted to hear every night until she died.

"Inside," she said. "Now. I don't want — "

"I know."

He pushed into her in one long slow careful stroke and she felt her back come off the stones again. He was thick. He was always thick. She had never gotten used to it and she never would, and the stretch of him always made her eyes wet in a way that had nothing to do with pain. He held still with his forehead against hers.

"There you are," he said, and it was the oldest joke and the realest thing.

"There you are."

Then he moved. He fucked her slow first, deep, with his hand flat under the small of her back lifting her up into it, and the wet sound of it was obscene in the stone hall, and her cunt clutched him every time he drew back, greedy, embarrassing, entirely beyond her control. He watched her face. He always watched her face. His other hand came up and he pushed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them and he cursed — low, astonished, like it got him every time — and then he wasn't slow anymore.

He fucked her hard on the flagstones with the fire snapping beside them and the wolves somewhere and the sealed writ in its oilskin forgotten in his saddlebag by the door. He fucked her with his teeth at her throat and his hand pinning her wrist above her head and the other hand braced beside her ear so he wouldn't crush her, so she could feel him without feeling trapped, because he always, always knew. Her heels hooked behind his thighs. She bit his shoulder to stay quiet and then remembered he'd told her not to and said his name instead, out loud, into the vault of the hall — Dave, Dave, please, Dave — and the stones threw it back to her soft.

"Come," he said against her ear. "Come on me. I've got you. Come on, Virginia, come on — "

She came on him. She came so hard she saw the firelight through her eyelids as a red blaze, and her cunt clamped down on him and he cursed and fucked her through it and then he was coming too, buried deep, hot inside her, his whole body gone rigid and then gone boneless on top of her, his face pressed into her hair.

For a long time neither of them moved.

The fire cracked. Outside, nothing howled. Inside, his heart was hammering against her ribs, and then slowing, and then slowing, and his thumb was stroking absent little circles against her wrist where he had pinned it.

"Still afraid?" he said, muffled.

"Of everything else."

"Mm."

"We'll make the pass."

"We'll make the pass."

He rolled them, carefully, so she was on top of his chest with his cloak pulled up over both of them, and he tucked her head under his jaw and put his hand flat on her back like he was holding a door shut against the world.

"Sam."

"Mm."

"When we get to Vesperholt."

"Mm."

"I'm not riding back without you. Whatever that writ says."

She lay very still on him and listened to his heart, which had become, somewhere in the last four years, the sound she meant when she thought the word home.

"Good," she said. "Because I say. And what I say goes."

He laughed — a low chuff against her hair — and then he was quiet, and she was quiet, and outside the snow came down in the dark and covered the tracks they had made, and whatever had been listening in the pass decided, for tonight, to let them be.

The dog is having none of it. Bear sits planted on the bathroom tile, wet to the shoulders and nowhere else, looking at Dave with the weary patience of a creature who has survived thirty-six previous versions of this.

"Buddy. Come on."

Dave is on his knees on a towel, sleeves shoved to the elbows, shampoo suds climbing his forearms. His phone is propped on the closed toilet lid on speaker, the Saturday morning quiet of his apartment broken only by Sam's voice coming through tinny and amused.

"Are you grooming a dog right now."

"I'm attempting to."

"On speaker."

"You called."

"I called to tell you I bought sleep gummies." She yawns. He hears her stretch — a small sound, cloth against sheet. It's eleven her time, still morning. He can picture her perfectly, and does: in his shirt probably, hair a mess, the phone balanced on her chest. "Did they work? I don't remember falling asleep."

"That's how you know they worked."

"Hm."

Bear shakes. Water hits the mirror, the wall, Dave's face. He closes his eyes and absorbs it.

"What was that," Sam says.

"Your nephew has nothing on this guy for restless nights."

"Put him on."

"He's in the middle of a spa treatment."

"So am I, technically."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. In bed. Doing nothing. Thinking about you."

The shift is barely there — she does it like that, a quarter-turn of the voice, and his hands slow on the dog's back without him deciding to slow them. Six days. He rinses suds off Bear's chest and says nothing, because nothing is the right move when she's like this, tilting toward him from a thousand miles away.

"Thinking about me how."

"Thinking about next Saturday. I get to the hotel at noon."

"I know what time you get to the hotel."

"I'm just saying. Noon. And you're coming from the airport. So."

"So."

"So there's a question about the order of operations."

He laughs under his breath. Bear takes the moment of distraction as a political opportunity and launches himself out of the tub. Dave catches him by the collar, loses the grip, gets hit in the chest with eighty pounds of wet dog, and ends up on the bathroom floor laughing while Bear shakes the rest of himself dry over everything Dave owns.

"What is happening over there."

"Nothing. I love you. Hold on."

He calls her back twenty minutes later from the kitchen, dry clothes, coffee, Bear banished to the couch with a chew. The apartment smells like wet dog and citrus cleaner. Outside, Virginia has decided to be spring for the afternoon; the window over the sink is cracked and the air coming through has weight to it.

"Operations," he says, when she picks up.

"Hello to you too."

"You were saying something about noon."

"I was saying I had a deal to propose."

"Mm."

"No sex right away."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Just like that."

"Just like that."

She's grinning. He can hear it in the particular shape her breath makes. He leans against the counter and looks at nothing in particular, which is what he does when he wants to see her face so badly it inconveniences him.

"What if I begged."

"Don't beg at noon, it's undignified."

"What if I wore that thing."

"What thing."

"You know what thing."

He does know what thing. The thing she wore for him on video a month ago that he told her to throw away and that she, predictably, did not throw away. The thing that made him put his hand over his mouth and say her name like it had been taken from him.

"You're not playing fair."

"I say," she says, and pauses so the line is dead for a second, just her breath. "And what I say goes."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"That's how it is."

"Sam."

"Dave."

"When I get to that hotel room next Saturday," he says, and his voice has gone somewhere lower without his permission, the Virginia of it thicker, "I'm going to set my bag down by the door. I'm going to take my shoes off because you hate shoes on the bed. And then I'm going to put you on your back and taste you before I say hello."

There is a silence on the line that is not quiet. He hears her swallow.

"That wasn't the deal," she says, smaller.

"Rewrite the deal."

"Dave."

"Tell me what you're wearing."

"Your shirt."

"Which one."

"The grey one."

"And."

"And nothing."

He sets the coffee down. The apartment is too warm suddenly or he is. The window is doing nothing. He walks into the bedroom and the bed is stripped — he'd meant to do sheets after the dog, the hamper open, clean ones folded on the chair — and he sits on the bare mattress because he needs to sit down.

"Put your hand in the shirt," he says.

"I'm not—"

"Sam."

A pause. Then the small sound of fabric. He knows the exact motion: her left hand fisting the hem of his shirt to hold it up out of the way, her right sliding down over her belly, flat-palmed, the way he taught her on a video call two weeks ago when she said she wanted to know how he would do it if he were there.

"Slow," he says.

"I'm slow."

"Slower."

"Dave—"

"You said what you say goes. That was at noon. It's not noon."

She laughs, a wrecked half-second of laugh, and then her breath does the thing. He closes his eyes. He can see her. Her hair on the pillow, his grey shirt rucked up under her breasts, her knees falling open. The particular way her mouth goes when she is being patient for him.

"Tell me," he says.

"I'm wet."

"How wet."

"My fingers are wet. I haven't even—"

"I know."

"Dave."

"Are you going to touch your clit or are you going to make me wait with you."

"I'm going to make you wait."

"Good girl."

The sound she makes at that is not a word. He presses the heel of his hand against himself through his jeans and keeps it there, not moving, because if he moves he will not be able to run this. Six days. The math of six days from this exact second — he will survive it, he is clear on that, but it will cost him something.

"Tell me what you want next Saturday," she says. Her voice is uneven now. "When I open the door."

"I told you."

"Tell me again."

"I'm going to put you on your back."

"Yes."

"And push your knees up."

"Yes."

"And put my mouth on your cunt."

"Oh God."

"Right away. I'm not going to kiss you first. I'm going to kiss you after. I want to taste you before I taste anything else you've had today."

"Dave—"

"And I'm going to make you come on my tongue before I take my clothes off."

"I—"

"Touch yourself now."

"Okay."

"How fast."

"Medium."

"Tell me when."

"Soon."

"Say it for me."

"Soon, soon, I'm—" Her breath catches and drops. "I'm—"

"Not yet."

"Dave."

"Not yet. Hand off."

"Dave."

"Off."

He hears her whine — a real one, frustration made audible — and hears her hand move. He has never wanted anything in his life the way he wants to be in that room with her right now. The bare mattress under his thigh, his own hand still pressed against himself, the afternoon light coming through the blinds and slicing across the ceiling. Bear clicks down the hallway and stops at the bedroom door, decides against it, turns around.

"Please," she says.

"Tell me the deal."

"What deal."

"The noon deal."

She laughs. It comes out broken. "There's no deal."

"There was a deal."

"Dave."

"Say it."

"There's no deal. There was never a deal. I want you the second you walk in."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"On your knees?"

"Whatever you want."

"On your knees, Sam."

"Yes."

"Go ahead."

"What."

"Go ahead. Come."

Her hand is back — he hears it — and he hears everything after, the wet sound of her fingers, the change in her breath, the small noises she makes that she doesn't know she makes, the way she says his name three times in a row and then stops saying anything at all. He listens to her come and he does not touch himself through it because it is better, somehow, to hold still. To let it happen to her and know he did it without being in the room.

When it's done, she is quiet for a long time. He hears her swallow. He hears her push her hair out of her face.

"Oh my God."

"Mm."

"You didn't."

"No."

"Why not."

"Saving it."

"For next Saturday?"

"For noon next Saturday."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"That is — that is unkind."

"That's the deal."

"You said there was no deal."

"There's a new deal."

She laughs, and the laugh breaks into something softer, and for a minute neither of them says anything. He lies back on the bare mattress. The ceiling has a water stain he has been meaning to look at for six months. It looks, from this angle, like a state he cannot name.

"Dave."

"Yeah."

"I love you."

"I know."

"I'm serious."

"I know you're serious. I love you too."

"I've never been mad at you."

"I know that too."

"I'm just saying it."

"Say it."

She is quiet again. He listens to her breathing settle. He thinks about her in his shirt, one hand still under the hem, her knees loose, her hair a disaster. He thinks about how no one else in the world gets to know what she sounds like when she comes, and how he used to think that kind of thinking was adolescent and he no longer thinks that at all. He thinks about the particular quality of her voice when she is unguarded. He thinks about how the door of a hotel room sounds when it clicks shut behind two people who have six days of this banked up and nowhere else to be until Monday.

"Six days," she says, as if she heard him.

"Six days."

"What are we going to do for six days."

"This. Probably."

"I can't survive six more of these."

"You can."

"I can't."

"Sam."

"What."

"Drink some water. Take a nap. Text me what you want for dinner when I get there."

"I don't care what we eat."

"You will after."

"After."

"After."

She laughs, small, and it does something to him he does not have a word for. Outside, a neighbor's kid shouts about a bike. Bear sighs from the hallway. The afternoon light on the ceiling moves one inch to the left.

"Put on sheets," she says. "I can tell."

"How can you tell."

"I know how you sound on a bare mattress."

"Jesus."

"Six days."

"Six days."

He doesn't hang up. Neither does she. He gets up, one-handed, phone to his ear, and pulls a fitted sheet out of the folded stack on the chair. He puts a corner on with his free hand, then another. She breathes on the other end of the line, still coming down. Somewhere in Arizona, in his grey shirt, in a bed he will be in next Saturday at noon. He tucks the last corner under and stands there for a second with his hand on the mattress, listening to her breathe, counting down.

DAY OVERVIEW The conversation today started with playful banter and evolved into a mix of anticipatory excitement and logistical planning for their upcoming meeting. The most defining moment was their playful negotiation over whether to have sex immediately upon reuniting, with Sam teasingly suggesting a "no sex right away" deal. The day ended on a tender note, with both expressing their love and excitement for seeing each other soon.

TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Morning Routines & Plans - Dave woke up and went to the gym, then planned to go grocery shopping and possibly groom his dog Bear. - Sam woke up late, feeling tired after a restless night. - Emotional register: Casual, playful - Notable quotes: "Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well." — Dave

  1. Health & Fitness
  2. Discussed the effects of late-night snacking on sleep quality.
  3. Sam mentioned feeling "acidy" in her body and planned to do yoga.
  4. Emotional register: Inquisitive, slightly frustrated

  5. Notable quotes: "Snacking right before bed is the absolute worst" — Dave

  6. Easter Plans

  7. Neither Dave nor Sam have significant plans for Easter.
  8. Sam mentioned sometimes making deviled eggs or bread for Easter.
  9. Emotional register: Neutral, slightly amused

  10. Notable quotes: "Nah. Don’t even acknowledge it really" — Dave

  11. Lactic Acid & Workouts

  12. Sam asked about lactic acid and its role in post-workout muscle soreness.
  13. Dave explained the "pump" and how muscles get full of blood during workouts.
  14. Emotional register: Inquisitive, informative

  15. Notable quotes: "That is from your muscles being full of blood from using them." — Dave

  16. Red Bull & Caffeine

  17. Sam mentioned drinking Red Bull to stay awake.
  18. Dave suggested comparing Red Bull ingredients to water mixes.
  19. Emotional register: Playful, slightly skeptical

  20. Notable quotes: "Fill my blood with poison lol" — Sam

  21. Hair Straightening

  22. Sam mentioned straightening her hair at 430 degrees, comparing it to oven temperature.
  23. Emotional register: Casual, slightly amused

  24. Notable quotes: "I straighten my hair at 430 degrees, which is hotter than the oven sometimes lol" — Sam

  25. Sleep & Insomnia

  26. Sam expressed concern about her insomnia and mentioned considering sleep gummies.
  27. Dave advised her to put her phone down an hour before bed.
  28. Emotional register: Anxious, concerned

  29. Notable quotes: "I think I’m going to start taking sleep gummies soon" — Sam

  30. Travel Plans & Hotel Check-in

  31. Sam discussed her flight and hotel check-in plans.
  32. They negotiated the timing of Dave's arrival and their activities upon reuniting.
  33. Emotional register: Excited, anticipatory

  34. Notable quotes: "OK so assuming I get to the hotel around noon. What time are you coming? And…cumming? ❤️❤️" — Sam

  35. Massages & Spa Services

  36. Sam looked into massage services at the Gaylord hotel.
  37. They discussed the cost and considered giving each other massages instead.
  38. Emotional register: Curious, playful

  39. Notable quotes: "Oh actually… Maybe I’m thinking of the Dover" — Dave

  40. Christian's Renting Concerns

    • Sam mentioned Christian's concern about potential Nazi neighbors in rental properties.
    • Dave acknowledged Christian's tendency to be cautious about such things.
    • Emotional register: Amused, understanding
    • Notable quotes: "He’s the kind of person that that will follow around everywhere, forever" — Dave

  41. Future Plans & Anticipation

    • They discussed what they might be doing exactly one week from now, including eating, drinking, and sex.
    • Emotional register: Excited, flirtatious
    • Notable quotes: "Probably eating and drinking bc we will need to consume something after we’ve had sex a couple times😘" — Sam

  42. Paranoia & Discretion

    • Sam expressed paranoia about their relationship being discovered.
    • Dave reassured her and joked about her level of paranoia.
    • Emotional register: Anxious, reassuring
    • Notable quotes: "You’re so paranoid" — Dave

  43. Fighting & Relationship Dynamics

    • They discussed whether they have ever fought, concluding they haven't.
    • Emotional register: Introspective, affectionate
    • Notable quotes: "I’ve never been mad at you" — Sam

  44. Bedtime Routine

    • Dave mentioned going to bed early and changing the bedding.
    • Sam wished him sweet dreams and expressed her love.
    • Emotional register: Tender, affectionate
    • Notable quotes: "Sweet dreams to you and Bear" — Sam

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Sam and Dave discussed their upcoming reunion and the likelihood of having sex multiple times. - Sam initiated the teasing about sex, suggesting a "no sex right away" deal and then playfully negotiating. - Specific language: "Probably eating and drinking bc we will need to consume something after we’ve had sex a couple times😘" — Sam - "I say / And what I say goes" — Sam, teasingly asserting control - They mentioned giving each other massages, with a playful wink suggesting more intimate touches. - Specific language: "Oh well… maybe we can just give each other massages" — Dave, with a wink

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Sam led much of the flirtatious and teasing banter, with Dave playfully following and matching her energy. - There was a dynamic of Sam being slightly bratty and teasing, with Dave indulging her playfully. - Expressions of love and longing were frequent, with both expressing excitement for their upcoming meeting. - Specific language: "I can’t wait to see YOU baby. And be with you." — Sam - "I know. It’s going to be great!!" — Dave - There was a moment of vulnerability when Sam expressed her paranoia about their relationship being discovered, with Dave offering reassurance.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well." — Dave, affectionate greeting - "Snacking right before bed is the absolute worst" — Dave, playful agreement - "Fill my blood with poison lol" — Sam, joking about Red Bull - "I straighten my hair at 430 degrees, which is hotter than the oven sometimes lol" — Sam, casual observation - "I think I’m going to start taking sleep gummies soon" — Sam, expressing concern about sleep - "OK so assuming I get to the hotel around noon. What time are you coming? And…cumming? ❤️❤️" — Sam, flirtatious teasing - "Probably eating and drinking bc we will need to consume something after we’ve had sex a couple times😘" — Sam, playful anticipation - "I say / And what I say goes" — Sam, teasingly asserting control - "You’re so paranoid" — Dave, playful reassurance - "I’ve never been mad at you" — Sam, introspective moment - "Sweet dreams to you and Bear" — Sam, tender goodnight - "I love you more" — Dave, affectionate response - "Eeeee!!" — Sam, excited agreement - "In less than a week! Eeeeee" — Dave, shared excitement - "WE DO!!" — Sam, emphasizing their commitment

CONTINUITY HOOKS - They mentioned looking at apartment houses and Christian's concerns about potential neighbors. - Sam mentioned her nephew sleeping better than she does, hinting at future sleep-related discussions. - They planned to give each other massages upon reuniting, leaving open the possibility of further flirtatious or intimate moments. - Sam expressed paranoia about their relationship being discovered, suggesting this may be a recurring concern. - They left open the question of whether they will have sex immediately upon reuniting, with Sam teasingly suggesting a "no sex right away" deal.

MOOD MAP nervous anticipation → playful teasing → flirtatious excitement → tender affection → wistful longing

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METRICS

  • ⏱ Response Time --- Me→Them: 239s ↓11% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 117s ↑7% vs 7d avg

  • ✅ Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 22 ↓ (avg 22.7 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 4.9 min ↑46% vs 7d avg

  • ⚖ Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 1.00 ↑40% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 1 ↓ (avg 1.9 this week) 1 me / 0 them

  • ⚡ Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 98.0% →0% vs 7d avg Sessions: 29 ↑ (avg 28.6 this week) Avg Duration: 8.3 min →2% vs 7d avg

  • 💬 Message Volume --- Total Messages: 306 ↓ (avg 335.4 this week) From Me: 124 ↓ (avg 151.4 this week) From Them: 182 ↓ (avg 184.0 this week) With Signals: 296 ↓ (avg 324.4 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender Labeled / Total Rate Top Labels
Dave 124 / 124 100.0% status_update (31), humor (28), affection (18), planning (13), excitement (10)
Edited 15 seconds later: What you’re feeling is actually delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS) from the exercises you’ve been doing. Lactic acid is what burns while you’re working out and it typically clears from the body within an hour. 1 / 1 100.0% status_update (1)
Edited 18 seconds later: Ignorance is bliss sometimes 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Edited 9 seconds later: Like at a cellular level. When your cells use lactose they produce lactic acid. That’s what pain from exercise comes from 1 / 1 100.0% status_update (1)
Sam Willis 170 / 179 95.0% status_update (32), humor (31), vulnerability (24), affection (20), frustration (18)

DOMINANT LABEL

status_update (2nd day in a row )

  • 🏷 Label Counts ---

    • status_update: 63 (avg score: 65%)
    • humor: 52 (avg score: 71%)
    • affection: 37 (avg score: 80%)
    • vulnerability: 23 (avg score: 68%)
    • planning: 22 (avg score: 73%)
    • frustration: 22 (avg score: 65%)
    • excitement: 20 (avg score: 81%)
    • checking_in: 17 (avg score: 68%)
    • emotional_support: 13 (avg score: 72%)
    • disagreement: 12 (avg score: 64%)

  • 🏷 Label Counts (cont.) ---

    • flirting: 10 (avg score: 75%)
    • boundary_setting: 7 (avg score: 75%)
    • appreciation: 7 (avg score: 74%)
    • sexting: 4 (avg score: 84%)
    • deep_sharing: 3 (avg score: 75%)
    • encouragement: 3 (avg score: 70%)
    • request: 3 (avg score: 62%)
    • unmet_need: 2 (avg score: 55%)
    • passive_aggression: 2 (avg score: 60%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Planning surged 220.8% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Boundary Setting surged 188.2% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Disagreement surged 147.1% vs 7-day average

PROVENANCE

Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A

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Relationship Balance

Signal Flow Over Time

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