Jim sat on the couch and I sat next to him. I was just trying to absorb what we had done. Jim put his arm around me and pulled me close. That felt really nice. We sat in silence for a while till Jim stirred.
"How are you feeling about this," he asked.
"Ok. I think." I replied.
"Thank you for that," Jim said. "I've been needing that for a while."
I was trying to pick a stray hair of my tongue.
"If I had known you were going to do that, I would have trimmed," Jim said with a smile.
"Next time," I replied.
Jim looked at me.
"Do you want a next time?"
I thought for a moment.
"Yes. I do."
"We will have to talk more. I think for now, we should clean up and finish the evening."
I got up and went to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Jim got dressed and came to join me.
"I can finish this," I said. "There isn't much left."
Jim nodded. He opened his arms and I stepped into a big hug.
"Let's talk on Sunday when you come over to work out," he said.
"Ok."