Cuddle buddy

I guess the jig is up. I shall call him Bartender, in keeping with the work-related pseudonym. Also, this story sounds quite tawdry (more so than usual, that is) without this knowledge.

The Bartender texted me when he got off work, early in the morning. I had been asleep for hours (you'd be surprised how much sleep I manage to squeeze in around all the kissing company I keep). One thing lead to another, and I left my house at 3:30 in the morning just to go over and cuddle with him.

I've got it bad.