2026-02-02
Atmospheric Setup
Sam read Dave’s text on a stolen, private minute between interviews. ‘A week…’ it said, and then later, ‘Miss that flirtation.’ The fluorescent office light felt sterile. Her muscles ached in a dull, good way from the hike, a pleasant soreness that only made her more aware of her body, its emptiness, its waiting. It was a strange sensation to have an audience for a loneliness this specific. Not the absence of people, but the absence of him. That presence, palpable in words and voice, that was now a physical void just a week from being filled. She pictured him at his office, the confident set of his shoulders, his focused expression. A low, restless hum started deep in her belly, a current that had no outlet here, now.
Desire Amplification
Hours later, tucked into the corner of her plush couch with a glass of wine, she texted him, the warmth from the fireplace mirroring the warmth of the drink in her chest. The day’s burdens—the friend needing help, the professional obligations—were soft, distant things in the amber glow.
She typed, a slow, playful smile forming. So, to get the important business sorted. In a week. Will we?
The ellipsis dots appeared and disappeared for a minute. She could almost hear his low, familiar chuckle, see the glint in his eye.
Be what? Dave’s reply was deliberate, a teasing.
She rolled her eyes, biting her lip. You know. Intimate.
His next message was audio. She put the phone to her ear, closing her eyes. His voice, compressed and real, filled her head. “Sam. Honey. I think about my mouth on you roughly three hundred and twelve times a day. I think about the weight of you straddling me, that little noise you make just before you lose it. I think about the exact slope of your backside, and how perfectly my hand fits against it. We’ll be more than intimate. We’ll be a total fucking collapse of the two of us. Does that answer your question?”
The words were a physical touch. A jolt. That was the man she’d waited four years to touch. Not just flirtation. A geological force of need, one he’d allowed her to hear directly. She shivered, her skin feeling tight and hot, the pleasant soreness from the hike transforming into a raw ache for a different, more specific kind of exertion.
She responded, voice slightly breathless. “You are so bad for my sleep schedule.” Good, he texted. I want you sleep-deprived. I want you shaky by the time you get off that plane. I want you so desperate for my hands on you that you can’t stand it. You’re forgetting I’m stubborn, she typed back, a thrill zipping down her spine. I’m not forgetting a goddamn thing, he replied instantly. Which is precisely the point.
Sensual Expedition
Later that night, alone in her dark bedroom, the conversation had taken root in her body like a living thing. It had moved from text to memory, from fantasy to a tactile expectation. He was right. It was more than intimacy he’d described. It was possession. And the most terrifying, liberating part was how much she craved to be possessed by him. To hand over the heavy, independent, stubborn agency she wielded all day, every day, and let him steer her into a place of pure, obliterating sensation.
In a week, she thought, slipping her hand beneath the silk of her pajamas. Her own touch was a ghost of his. She imagined his larger, calloused palm covering her stomach, sliding lower, pushing firmly inward. Not asking. Taking. She gasped, pressing her own fingers in harder, mimicking the intent.
Her phone, charging on the nightstand, lit up with a final message. Tell me what you want me to do first. In detail. The first five minutes the door shuts.
Her breath hitched. The fantasy snapped into crystal, vivid focus. She typed, letting the dam break.
First minute: You don’t kiss me. You walk me back against the wall by the door, hands framing my face, looking at me. Really looking. Until I’m blushing and squirming.
Minute two: Your thumbs trace my jaw, down my neck. Your mouth follows the path. You say, ‘All mine now,’ but it sounds like a promise, not a demand.
Minute three: One hand slips around my throat. Not squeezing. Holding. Anchoring. The other slides down my side, over my hip, grabs a handful of my backside and squeezes, hard. It’s not gentle. You press my backside into the hard line of your hips and just let me feel how much you want me.
A pause. Her heart hammered. She was wet, throbbing, her fingers stroking small, tight circles over her clit. She could feel him. She could smell him—that clean, male scent of him. Taste the faint salt of his skin from her imagination. She finished, the words blurry.
Minute four: My dress. You turn me, pinning me chest-first to the wall. You drag the zipper down so slowly I feel every tooth. Your palm scrapes down the center of my naked back, to the waist of my underwear. You hook your thumbs in the sides and pull them down, just enough. And then you smack me. Once, flat-handed. Not on the cheek. Right across the sweet, sensitive underside curve. I gasp so loud. And you do it again. Two quick, stinging blows that make my knees buckle.
Her body was tense, arching. She was there, pressed against the cheap wallpaper of a hotel room, breathing hard.
Minute five: You spin me back around. My dress is up around my waist, underwear tangled at my thighs. You take me, exactly how I am, against that wall. You press in deep and you don’t let me look away. You just… start. And you watch me break apart for you.
Her own fingers followed the script. She pictured his face above her, intense, watching every flicker of pleasure and shame and surrender on hers. She imagined the brutal, perfect friction of that first thrust, the blunt pressure of the textured wall against her cheek. The sound of skin on skin, sharp and obscene. The grunt he’d make deep in his chest. And then, the spiraling sensation of giving over completely, letting his rhythm, his want, dictate her world. A choked cry escaped her lips as her climax ripped through her, a silent, violent wave in the quiet of her bedroom. It left her shaking, hollowed out, her skin slick with sweat.
Emotional Resolution
Minutes later, drained and drifting, her phone vibrated softly. A simple audio message. She played it, her ear resting against the speaker.
His voice was ragged, stripped raw. No teasing now. Just a deep, quiet intensity. “I read that… and I had to listen to it four times. I could see it. I could feel your skin under my hands. I could smell you. A week, Sam. Hold onto that thought. Don’t let it go.”
A pause, the soft rustle of fabric, as if he’d moved to lie down.
“You give me everything,” he whispered, and the intimacy of the confession, the sheer raw need in it, hit her harder than the fantasy ever could. “That stubborn, wild heart of yours. And this… this unfiltered want. You have no idea what it does to me, getting to be the one for you. The only one.”
She curled into the warm hollow of her mattress, the phantom sting of his hand still a pleasurable echo on her skin, the deep, satisfying ache of her body a promise of things to come. It wasn't just sexual release. It was a soul-deep alignment. He carried her burdens. She held his need. And in a week, there would be no words between them. Just skin, and sighs, and the silent, profound language of a four-year promise finally, physically, being kept.
Dave’s Monday had crawled. The forgotten water cup was the tip of the iceberg of his distraction. His mind was a thousand miles away, stuck on the same countdown Sam was obsessing over: 6 days. Or, as he’d smugly corrected, 5 when they woke up.
He sat through calls and drafted emails on autopilot, the fantasy they’d text-constructed that morning playing on a loop behind his eyes: Door opens. A hug. To the bed within a couple of minutes. He’d typed it as a blueprint, and now he couldn’t escape its architecture. The hunger was a low, constant hum in his veins, a vibration that had nothing to do with caffeine.
It was after he’d finally shut his laptop that her real-world frustrations spilled into his phone. The dead Nissan, Christian’s paralysis, her triggered rage about having to handle yet another man’s disaster. He listened, he soothed, he pushed back gently when she started spiraling into savior mode. A weird, possessive pride bloomed in his chest as she accepted his guidance. “You’re so my person,” she’d texted later, after the crisis talk had somehow morphed into an intimate dissection of their own dynamic. That line, more than any erotic promise they’d exchanged that day, sent a jolt straight to his groin. His response was true: “And again, this conversation totally got me hard.” It was the rawness, the unfiltered trust, the messy, beautiful reality of her leaning on him—that was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
The arousal simmered, unattended, as evening fell. He’d gone to bed early, his body thrumming with a restless energy no amount of fatigue could dampen. He was drifting when his phone lit up with her final text: Sweet dreams baby. I’ll be thinking about you.
His own fantasies, no longer content to be daydreams, pulled him under.
The scene began exactly as scripted. The hotel door swung inward. Sam stood there, not in the nakedness he’d teased about, but in simple grey sweatpants and a worn t-shirt, her hair piled in a messy knot. Her face held no surprise, only a depth of recognition that stole his breath.
No “Hi.” No “How was the flight?”
A single, pounding heartbeat of silence stretched between them. Then she moved, stepping into him. Her arms slid around his neck as his went around her waist, hauling her against him with a force that knocked a soft oof from her lungs. It wasn’t just a hug; it was a reclamation. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and clean skin, a smell he’d only ever imagined. She clung to him just as tightly, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
The hug lasted three seconds. Five. Ten. The simmering pressure broke.
He turned his head, his lips finding hers not with gentle inquiry but with four years of pent-up, forbidden certainty. The kiss was devastating—deep, wet, and hungry from the first touch. It was all tongue and teeth and shared breath, a silent screaming of finally. One of his hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back to give him better access while the other slid down to grip the sublime curve of her ass through the soft sweatpants, pulling her flush against the rigid proof of his desire.
He walked her backward into the room, never breaking the kiss, their feet stumbling over the threshold. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in.
“Clothes,” he growled against her mouth, already yanking her t-shirt up. She raised her arms, letting him strip it off. His own shirt followed, discarded somewhere near the closet. Her sweatpants were next; he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down her legs, kneeling to help her step out of them. She stood before him in just a simple pair of cotton underwear, breathing heavily, her skin flushed.
“Off,” he commanded, his voice rough. She obeyed, hooking her fingers in the sides and shimmying them down. He didn’t give her time to feel exposed. Rising to his feet, he scooped her up—one arm under her knees, the other behind her back—and carried her the few steps to the bed, dropping her onto the center of the comforter.
He stripped his own pants and boxers in two frantic motions, his cock springing free, thick and achingly hard. He crawled over her, caging her body with his own, and descended for another searing kiss. This time, his hands were everywhere—cupping her breast, thumb circling a pebbled nipple; squeezing the generous flesh of her thigh; sliding between their bodies to find exactly what he’d been dreaming of.
She was soaking wet. The slick heat of her met his probing fingers and a ragged groan tore from his throat. “Fuck, Sam,” he breathed into her mouth. “You’re drenched.”
“For you,” she panted, arching into his touch. “It’s all for you.”
He kissed down her jaw, her throat, sucking a mark onto the delicate skin above her collarbone that made her cry out. He continued south, over the swell of her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and laving it with his tongue until she was writhing beneath him. But he had a destination in mind—one he’d texted about just that morning.
Pushing himself lower, he settled between her thighs, spreading them wide with his shoulders. The sight of her glistening folds, pink and swollen and utterly exposed for him, made his vision blur with need. He didn’t tease. He dove in.
His mouth covered her completely, his tongue laying a broad, flat stroke through her soaked slit before zeroing in on her clit. He ate her pussy with the focused intensity of a man starved, licking and sucking with deep, greedy pulls of his mouth. One hand pinned her hip to the bed; the other slid two fingers inside her, curling upward to find that sweet spot within.
Sam shattered almost immediately. A sharp, broken scream tore from her lips as her back bowed off the mattress. Her thighs clamped around his head as she rode wave after wave of convulsive pleasure against his mouth. He didn’t let up, drinking down every shuddering pulse until she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping and trembling.
“Dave… oh my God…”
He rose over her again, his mouth wet from her. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You said you couldn’t wait to have me inside you,” he reminded her, his voice gravelly with lust. He lined himself up at her entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against her slick heat. “How’s this for ASAP?”
He pushed inside in one relentless, stretching glide. They both cried out—her in overwhelmed bliss, him in torturous relief. He seated himself to the hilt, their bodies locked together perfectly. For a moment, he just stayed there, buried inside her trembling warmth, forehead pressed to hers, their ragged breaths mingling.
Then he began to move.
It wasn’t gentle lovemaking; it was a frantic claiming. His hips pistoned in deep, driving strokes that shook the bed frame. Each thrust was punctuated by a slap of skin on skin and Sam’s escalating moans. He fucked her with all the desperation of their four-year wait, every inch of distance and longing channeled into this brutal, intimate connection.
“You feel… so fucking… good,” he grunted between thrusts, his eyes locked on hers. “Tight… hot… mine.”
“Yours,” she sobbed in agreement, her nails scoring down his back. “Always yours.”
He shifted then, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to sink even deeper. The new angle made her scream again, her eyes rolling back. He could feel another orgasm coiling tight within her around his cock.
“Come for me again,” he commanded, fucking into her with even more force. “I wanna feel you lose it while I’m buried in you.”
It was all she needed. Her second climax hit like a thunderclap—a blinding white rush of sensation that clenched around him like a vise. Her internal muscles fluttered wildly around his shaft, milking him relentlessly.
The sight of her unraveling beneath him destroyed his last shred of control. With a guttural roar that was pure possession—“SAM!”—his own orgasm erupted. He drove into her one final time as deep as he could go and held there as hot pulses of release shot from his core into hers. He collapsed atop her in a sweaty heap of spent limbs and shared aftershocks.
Silence settled over them, broken only by their harsh breathing gradually slowing to normal. He was still inside her when he finally shifted his weight off to one side, pulling out slowly despite their mutual groan of protest at the separation.
She immediately curled into him like a comma fitting into its curve. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer until they lay flush from shoulder to hip under the tangled sheets.
The promised adrenaline dump came for them both then—a sudden wave of bone-deep lethargy mingled with profound peace.
Sam stirred first against his chest. “So…” she murmured sleepily into his skin. “Hmm?” “What happened to
The soft chime of her phone pierced the quiet Arizona morning. Sam, curled into the warmth of her bed and her dog’s weight, reached for it blindly. It was an audio message from Dave. She pressed it to her ear, his voice—deep, textured with sleep and a familiar Texas cadence—filling the space around her.
“Good morning, love. Just heading in. Thinking of you. Today’s a lighter day, I hope… you’ve been carrying a lot. My ears are here, when you’re ready to put it down.” There was a soft sigh, full of aching tenderness. “I love you.”
Four years. Four years of that voice, a constant, soul-deep anchor. The longing that bloomed now was a physical ache, a warmth low in her belly. They had one week. Seven endless days until the distance closed and he would be real, not just a voice or pixels on a screen.
The day unspooled in a tapestry woven with his presence. Through text and stolen voice notes, they shared the mundane poetry of their lives: her soreness from a weekend hike (“My calves are staging a mutiny”), his forgotten water bottle (“Going feral over here, a desiccated husk”), the chaotic ballet of wrangling her dogs. It was the tender, shared language of lives intertwined across miles.
Then, during a quiet lull between her own interviews, she sent it. A question that burned with all the accumulated yearning of the long days since they’d last touched. A week from tonight. Are we… doing the thing?
His reply was instant, a flame to her tinder. Absolutely. What kind of monster would say no? They reminisced, a shared, breathless laughter in their texts, about how they’d briefly stopped this dance of verbal desire. It felt like a denial of their very truth. The admission hung between them, electric: they missed it. They missed this. The wanting was a living thing, proof of the profound love they’d unlocked.
The conversation deepened, meandered into the territory of “what are we?” It was a question without a traditional answer, but their love had never fit a mold. It was a shared, secret gravity. “My person,” he texted, and the words settled in her heart, perfect and true. Later, when she was weighed down by the world’s demands, his counsel was firm yet gentle, a reminder to safeguard the tender heart he so cherished. When guilt whispered that she leaned too heavily, his response was a fortress. “I’m not going anywhere. This is what I’m here for.”
The day’s emotional current, this oscillation between playful need and profound commitment, culminated in a fantasy so vivid it felt like memory. As night fell in Arizona, Sam let herself drift into the promise of what was to come.
He had rented a cabin this time. Somewhere private, with a deck overlooking whispering pines, far from the sterile light of hotel rooms. She arrived as the last of the sunset bled into twilight. No words were needed at first. He pulled her into him at the door, his arms a homecoming. She buried her face against his chest, inhaling the scent of him—soap, warm skin, the faint, clean spice of his cologne. “Hi,” she murmured into his shirt, her voice thick.
“Hi, my heart,” he whispered into her hair, his hands stroking down her back, soothing the remembered soreness from her hike, worshipping the shape of her. The playful banter from their texts lingered in his eyes. “Gonna be grumpy waking up to this face?”
“Let’s see if you can cuddle better than Arwen first,” she teased, but her smile was pure surrender.
He led her inside, to a couch before a stone fireplace. He sat, pulling her into his lap, her legs straddling him. In the firelight, his bald head gleamed, his expression one of utterly focused devotion. He cupped her face, his thumbs tracing the arches of her cheekbones. “I’ve missed the sound of you,” he said, his voice a low rumble she felt in her own bones.
“Just the sound?” she breathed, her hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders.
“Every damn part.” His mouth found hers then, not with hungry urgency, but with a devastating slowness that spoke of a week’s worth of pent-up adoration. It was a kiss of re-discovery, of tasting a favorite poem anew. Her lips parted on a sigh, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers, a deliberate, cherishing rhythm that made her whimper.
His hands drifted from her face, down the column of her throat, over the soft cashmere of her sweater. He found the hem and tugged it upward, breaking the kiss only to lift it over her head. The firelight danced over her skin. He looked at her with such open-hearted reverence it stole her breath. “God, Sam,” he breathed, his gaze like a touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing the swell of her breast above her lace bra, his warm breath a promise.
He took his time. He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, letting the straps slide down her arms. His mouth was everywhere—a hot, wet kiss on the curve of her shoulder, a trail of fire down her sternum. When he finally took one peaked nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling, teasing, she cried out, her fingers tunneling into the short hair at his nape. He lavished equal, aching attention on the other, his hand cradling the weight of her breast as if it were the most precious thing he’d ever held.
This was their dynamic: his passionately devoted focus meeting her open-hearted, responsive surrender. There was no taking, only giving. He made her feel utterly seen, utterly adored. He slid his hands down to her hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her leggings and underwear. “Lift for me, love,” he murmured against her skin, and she did, letting him bare her completely to the warm, firelit air.
His sharp intake of breath was the purest form of worship. He settled her back onto his lap, their bare skin meeting, the hard ridge of his desire pressing against her core. The friction was maddening, delicious. He kissed her again, deeply, as one hand slid between them, his fingers parting her folds with a tenderness that made her tremble. He found her wet, ready, throbbing for him.
“All this,” he whispered into her mouth, his fingers stroking through her slick heat, “for me?”
“Always for you,” she gasped, her hips beginning a slow, instinctual roll against his hand.
He watched her face, his own a mask of intense, loving concentration, as he pressed one finger, then two, inside her. He curled them, finding the spot that made her back arch and a ragged moan tear from her throat. His rhythm was perfect, a deep, pulsing mimicry of what was to come, his thumb circling her clit with just the right pressure. She was unraveling quickly, the day’s tension, the week’s longing, the four years of deep affection all coiling into a tight, shimmering knot low in her belly.
“Dave… I’m…” Her words fractured into a plea.
“I know, my heart,” he soothed, his voice thick with his own need. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His words were the final key. Pleasure detonated through her, wave after wave of exquisite, tender release. She clung to him, her body convulsing around his fingers, her cries muffled against his neck.
As the last tremors subsided, he held her, his lips pressed to her temple. When she finally stilled, he shifted her gently, laying her back onto the soft rug before the fire. He stood for a moment, shedding his own clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he was over her, between her thighs, his weight a beloved pressure.
He entered her in one slow, inexorable slide, a joining that felt less like a physical act and more like a soul clicking perfectly into its counterpart. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. They moved together in a rhythm born of profound understanding, a deep, rolling cadence of mutual devotion. Their gazes were locked, the firelight reflecting in the sheen of sweat on his brow, in the tears of overwhelming love gathering in her lashes. His thrusts were deep, heartfelt, each one a whispered I see you, I cherish you, I am here.
Her second climax built slowly, a rising tide of sensation that merged with the emotional fullness in her chest. When it broke, it was quieter, deeper, a flooding warmth that felt like coming home. He felt her inner muscles flutter and clamp around him, and with a groan that was her name made prayer, he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.
For long minutes, there was only the sound of their slowing breaths and the crackle of the fire. He rolled, keeping her tucked against him, her head on his chest where she could hear the frantic drum of his heart gradually settle. He pulled a soft throw over them, his hand stroking her hair with infinite tenderness.
“No label fits,” she murmured, drowsy and sated. “But this… this does.”
He kissed the top of her head
Waking up this morning was a struggle, but hearing Dave's voice made it a bit easier. He sent me an audio message, full of warmth and affection, reminding me that he loves being my best friend. It was comforting, especially after a heavy emotional day yesterday. I told him I was just getting out of bed, wrapped up in warmth, and he joked about calling in sick. I couldn't, of course, with a call scheduled for 8:15, but I had a good laugh thinking about how grumpy I might be next week when I won’t be working two days. The anticipation of seeing him next week is thrilling, even if I joke about his cuddling skills versus my dog, Arwen.
As I finally got moving, I shared my morning struggles with my dogs. Lexi was being a little brat, refusing to get into her crate without the right treats, and Loki was making my departure difficult. I also mentioned how sore I was from hiking, which got Dave teasing me about how I've been at home for two weeks now. We exchanged some playful banter about our sleep schedules and how we both feel so tired.
Work was shaping up to be a drag, especially with five interviews lined up. I expressed my struggle with tension and soreness, which leads to headaches. He seemed to get it and lightened the mood with his usual humor. I couldn’t help but bring up the excitement of seeing him soon and how I was getting so "horny" just thinking about it. It’s wild to think about how much intimacy we’ve built up even from a distance.
As the day went on, I shared my frustrations about Nissan denying a goodwill repair for Christian's car and how annoyed I was that he wasn’t doing anything about it. I recognized that I’m prone to codependency, and I vented about how I didn’t want to take over this situation. Dave was supportive, telling me not to draft a “fuck you” email and reminding me that I shouldn’t take on more than I need to.
Our conversations always bounce from serious to flirty, and I appreciate how he can handle my spiraling thoughts. He reassured me that he’s there for me, and I don’t have to filter myself. I expressed my concern about being one-sided in our support, but he quickly reassured me that he doesn’t mind. It feels good to know I can share my burdens with him, even when I wonder if I’m taking too much.
As the night wrapped up, I joked about needing to pick up Quinn, and we exchanged sweet goodnight messages. I love that I can be my authentic self with him, and I can’t wait to share more moments together soon.
I just finished sending an audio message to Sam, wishing her a good morning and hoping she felt okay after what seemed like a heavy day yesterday. I mentioned how I loved being her best friend and how great it was that we could be vulnerable with each other. It really makes me feel good when she tells me that.
This morning, she was still in bed, warm and cozy. I joked about her calling in sick, but she had a call to attend to. We talked about how in just a week, she would be waking up to me, and I couldn’t help but feel excited about that. She mentioned her dogs being a handful, and I laughed at her describing the chaos of getting them into their crates.
Sam shared that she was sore from a hike, and I could relate to that feeling of waking up thinking it's later than it is. We both seem to be going through a lot of emotions lately. I could tell she was feeling overwhelmed with work and her schedule, especially with interviews and meetings piling up. I made a light-hearted comment about forgetting my water bottle, and she teased me about it.
We shifted the conversation to a more playful tone, joking about how we haven’t had any sexy exchanges in a while, and that quickly turned into a discussion about our impending reunion. The anticipation was palpable, and it felt nice to imagine the moment we’d finally see each other again.
As the day progressed, Sam shared some struggles with her relationship and the stress of dealing with her ex's car issues. I tried to be supportive, reminding her that she shouldn’t take on more than she needed to. We talked about how she sometimes feels like she’s carrying too much emotional weight and how that can be exhausting.
I acknowledged her concerns about co-dependency and reassured her that it was okay to lean on me. I was proud of her for recognizing her patterns and trying to break them. The conversation flowed naturally, and I felt grateful for the connection we have.
As evening approached, we both expressed our love for each other and how much we looked forward to being together. I reassured her that I enjoyed supporting her and that it didn't feel one-sided to me. The light banter continued until she had to go pick up someone. I wished her sweet dreams, and we both expressed excitement for the days ahead.
I can't believe it’s only six days until we’re together again. I really believe in us.
The day began with Dave sending a warm audio message to Sam, expressing his love and concern as he headed to work after a hiatus. He acknowledged the emotional weight Sam had carried the day prior and encouraged her to share her feelings. Sam responded with a sleepy greeting, humorously lamenting the warmth of her bed and the inevitability of a call she had to take shortly.
Their playful banter continued, with Dave teasing Sam about her upcoming visit and whether she’d be grumpy upon waking to his face. Sam jokingly expressed her doubts about his cuddling skills compared to her dog, Arwen. As they exchanged lighthearted jests, Sam shared the struggles she faced with her dogs in the morning, capturing the chaos of getting them into their crates.
As the day progressed, Sam updated Dave about her soreness from a recent hike and the challenges she faced at work, including a grueling schedule of interviews. Dave empathized, sharing his own struggles with work and a forgotten water bottle, which he jokingly exaggerated.
Their conversation shifted to more intimate topics as Sam playfully inquired whether they would be intimate when they reunite in a week. Dave reciprocated her excitement, and they reminisced about how their conversations had shifted away from flirtation in recent days, acknowledging their longing for one another.
As they navigated through various topics, they also contemplated the nature of their relationship, discussing the need for a term that felt right for them. Sam rejected traditional labels, while Dave suggested creative alternatives. Their conversation was filled with humor, warmth, and an underlying sense of commitment.
Later, the tone shifted as Sam expressed frustration about a situation involving a friend’s car troubles, revealing her inclination to take on the burden of helping him. Dave cautioned her against stepping in too much, reminding her of her own need for boundaries and self-care.
Through all these discussions, their affection for one another shone through. Sam voiced her feelings of guilt for leaning heavily on Dave for support, but he reassured her of his ability to handle the emotional weight, emphasizing his commitment to being there for her without feeling burdened.
As the day wound down, they reflected on their connection and how it might evolve, with Sam expressing concerns about being one-sided in their exchanges. Dave assured her that he valued their dynamic and appreciated her just as she was.
After navigating through various topics, including a lighthearted discussion about compliments and personal struggles, they concluded their day with loving messages, looking forward to their reunion in just a few days. With a shared determination to make it through the week, they expressed their mutual belief in their bond, ready to embrace whatever came next.
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine oh God, I'm on my way to work Haven't been there in a while we had cliffs in Texas. I'd probably just drive off one. So yeah, I hope you had a good night sleep. I slept pretty well. I think you probably needed it I know yesterday was heavy, emotional load, and you probably don't feel refreshed and ready to go this morning but Just do your best and let me know how you're feeling I just read your comment about being your best friend and I'm sorry Yeah anyway so I just read your comment about being your best friend and stuff and I think I responded to it last night too, but I just wanted to say that I love when you Tell me that I guess it makes me feel really good And you know thank you for the same things. You're my best friend and. Someone who feels comfortable and safe enough to be vulnerable with me and let me be vulnerable back You know it's just great and of course the not real girlfriend girlfriend so I guess we do need to come up with some kind of word that doesn't Diminish what it is, you know what I mean So anyway, I hope you have a great day and I'll talk to you soon. I love you, baby.
── 08:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Morning baby. I’m just getting up 😵💫🫣
<b>Sam:</b> I am just soooo warm in bed. I can’t lol
<b>Dave:</b> Haha, good for you!
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck it. Call in sick 😊
<b>Sam:</b> I have a call at 815. Guess I’ll be doing that from the car lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I can’t. Not working two days next week, remember!! 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to apologize now, in advance, for how grumpy I’ll be both mornings
<b>Sam:</b> And how I might threaten your life if you try to wake me up hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Oh I remember! I was just gobs say: 1 week from right now you’ll be waking up to my ugly mug
<b>Sam:</b> Oh fuck off. I can’t wait.
<b>Dave:</b> It IS going to be pretty great. And you won’t be grumpy when you open your eyes and see me right?… RIGHT??
<b>Sam:</b> I dunno if you’ll be able to beat Arwen’s cuddling skills though…
<b>Dave:</b> That sounds like a challenge I’m more than willing to accept!
<b>Sam:</b> OK talk soon. I gotta get moving 😅
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, I'm finally on my way. The dogs are playing this fun game now in the morning insert sarcasm where Lexi won't get into her crate anymore so I have to chase her around the house to pick her up and drag her into her crate She's very particular about the treats that you give her to get her into the crate and we don't have those treats right now. They're like little steak strips. We just have beef strips and that is not sufficient for her So instead of getting in the crate, she acts like a little shit and then Loki is doing this fun thing where she is running out to the garage with me as I'm trying to leave and then I also have to drag her ass back inside the house. it's just like what is going on with these dogs. Insane What else good morning I am so sore all over my body and yeah it's not good but like two people from the team are out sick today so some of my meetings got rescheduled so that's exciting Otherwise It's just Monday yay But I hear you though if there were any close might as well just drive off of it, but I don't really wanna hear it from you because you've been home for two fucking weeks so yeah anyway OK so this time next week will be 9 AM In Texas Hoping that we're like just waking up Also, yeah, I did sleep well last night so I got up at like 450. No what's weird is I got up at like 1130 with the dogs and it had fell at that point like I had been sleeping for hours so imagine my thrill when I realized it was only 1130 let me go back to bed. And then I wake up at like 440 I'm like my alarms gonna go off in 20 minutes fuck it. I'm just gonna go back to bed so then I go back to bed and then it was just a snooze fest until 7 AM. I probably had an alarm go off. 68 times between five All right, how's work? You've been there for a couple hours now or like halfway through your damn day.
<b>Dave:</b> Omg what a bunch of divas lmao
<b>Dave:</b> lol, why are you sore? From hiking?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes. It was at an incline ok?!? 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> I’ve been home 2 weeks but that makes it worse!!
<b>Dave:</b> Omg I love that! When you feel like you’ve been asleep forever but it’s not even midnight. That happened to me last night too around 0100. I just knew it was going to be 0529 lol.
<b>Dave:</b> You sound good! 😊
<b>Dave:</b> I’m glad you slept well! Work is dumb.
<b>Dave:</b> I forgot my cup, so I might just kill myself 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Haven’t decided yet
<b>Sam:</b> Omg!! How!!
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] We're doing five interviews for that director individual contributor role under Steven Five fucking interviews and we're doing a panel, which is fine but like still for me to be chipper and all professional and interviewing for five lucky people is really hard straining So anyway, that's gonna take up like two weeks of my life Also dude, I'm so sore. I know I already said that, but I'm so sore. I have such a headache too. Do you ever get that like where because you're sore your body is tense where it's normally not so other parts of your body are over compensating so then the next thing you know, your head wants to explode because you're carrying all this tension in your shoulders in your neck. Or is that just me I don't know. Does that help that I have terrible posture in life so there's that too also I can't believe you forgot your water bottle. What the fuck did you forget your brain too like how does this even happen?
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> We are getting so old lmao
<b>Sam:</b> And yes get off the damn computer 😂😂
── 10:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Will we be having sex right now in 1 week? 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> I’m getting sooooo horny
<b>Dave:</b> Well…. Now I am too lol 🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Hehe
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<b>Dave:</b> I think yesterday was the first day in while we haven’t downright sexted!!
<b>Sam:</b> Really?!?
<b>Sam:</b> Fackkk
<b>Sam:</b> Wait. Saturday, too I think
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, you were sad. I was hungover
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah Saturday was busy
<b>Sam:</b> Well…while you were at the wedding, you did tell me that you wanted to eat my pussy, I think 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Oh that’s right! Phew 😮💨
<b>Dave:</b> Only 1 day to make up for 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Ok but that doesn’t count. That was just ONE text lol
<b>Dave:</b> 🤔 Not gonna argue with that 😏
<b>Dave:</b> And I still reeeeeally can’t wait to eat your pussy 🤤
<b>Sam:</b> I was thinking last night, like are we even going to talk when we first see each other? Say hi? How are you? How was the flight in? Lolol
<b>Dave:</b> Ha! There was a line in my audio book than reminded me of you this morning. I’ll have to try to find a way to record it lol.
<b>Dave:</b> Uhm… that hasn’t been part of the fantasy/impending reality we’ve constructed.
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaooo
<b>Sam:</b> Ok, so no basic pleasantries. Got it.
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 02, 2026 10:20:23 AM For me it has been door opens > I enter > you meet me > maybe a big hug that turns into kissing, maybe just straight to the kissing > to the bed within a couple of minutes > I strip your clothes off > get mine off > push you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you > back to kissing where I find your hot, wet, entrance…
For me it has been door opens > I enter > you meet me > maybe a big hug that turns into kissing, maybe just straight to the kissing > to the bed within a couple of minutes > I strip your clothes off > get mine off > push you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you > back to kissing while I find your hot, wet, entrance…
<b>Dave:</b> No we can skip the basics, straight to intermediate
<b>Sam:</b> Ok but yes a hug. I think. Maybe. Yea I think that sounds right
<b>Dave:</b> You’ve been saying you wanted me inside you ASAP..
<b>Sam:</b> To the bed within a couple MINUTES?!? What you doing until then while we are fully dressed? 😂🤪
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe you should just meet me at the door already naked then 🤷♂️
<b>Dave:</b> You know how I like efficiency 😏
<b>Sam:</b> Thought about it but nah. That’s part of the joy and the hunger and urgency
<b>Dave:</b> Agreed
<b>Sam:</b> I’m soooooooo ready to see you
<b>Dave:</b> I’m beyond ready
<b>Sam:</b> Oh!
<b>Sam:</b> I need to test something
<b>Sam:</b> Wait. Wtf
<b>Sam:</b> It won’t let me share my location with you anymore. Hold please
<b>Sam:</b> Interesting…
<b>Dave:</b> What’s up?
<b>Sam:</b> OK well try this Atleast
<b>Sam:</b> Started sharing location!
<b>Sam:</b> Find My: Started Sharing Location
<b>Sam:</b> So can you see exactly where I’m at?
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> No, nothing
<b>Sam:</b> AMAZING!!
<b>Sam:</b> maybe I’ve fixed it.
<b>Sam:</b> I need to check with a friend though that I was actually sharing location with
<b>Dave:</b> What did you do?
<b>Dave:</b> Oh ok, now I can see you
<b>Dave:</b> Oh no, wait. It went away.
<b>Sam:</b> Damnit. It still works for Alison
<b>Dave:</b> Now it’s back
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> wtf is going on lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Booo. Ok well that blows.
<b>Sam:</b> Also…want to see an embarrassing picture of me
<b>Dave:</b> What did you do?
<b>Dave:</b> lol, yes!
<b>Sam:</b> I’m hit sending you the full picture lol. Well I don’t even have it. But THIS is Alison’s fucking picture of me!! You’ll have to zoom in
<b>Dave:</b> Now I’m back to no location found
<b>Sam:</b> I’m passed the fuck out. This was from like…10 yrs ago.
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<b>Sam:</b> She said she’ll change it when we are 40 lmao
<b>Dave:</b> That’s hilarious
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I thought by turning off Precise location that that would help
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Even when I turn it to Never, Alison can still see 😭
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I did the first one 😬
<b>Sam:</b> Not sure if it works but 🤷♀️
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t see your location. And I didn’t get a stopped sharing notification
<b>Sam:</b> Yea but I was not sharing it the normal way with you
<b>Dave:</b> Right
<b>Dave:</b> Who are you sharing with the normal way? Just Christian?
<b>Sam:</b> WAIT! Yes I was
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<b>Sam:</b> Ok so you got no notification and you can’t see my location?
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<b>Dave:</b> Correct.
<b>Dave:</b> Turn it back on globally now and see what happens
<b>Sam:</b> Maybeeee that works then
<b>Sam:</b> Ooo ok good idea lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Ok now look
<b>Dave:</b> Yep, got it. No notifications
<b>Sam:</b> But you can see my location?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> Wahoo!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Nice!
<b>Dave:</b> Any thoughts on this? Are you thinking like, a code word for “relationship”?… something that fits us better?… something better than bf/gf?
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m thinking it should be something that conveys “special”.
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<b>Sam:</b> I dunno about code word but definitely something that fits us
<b>Sam:</b> Not bf/gf. Not lover 🤪 not situationship
<b>Sam:</b> Not partner. Not friend. Not side piece
<b>Sam:</b> I dunno that a word exists 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Well… you know what you don’t want. That’s something
<b>Dave:</b> All great though
<b>Sam:</b> Fling?
<b>Dave:</b> No
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<b>Sam:</b> NOW IT SAYS IT
<b>Sam:</b> did it say it on your end?
<b>Dave:</b> No, nothing on my end
<b>Sam:</b> YAY!
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<b>Sam:</b> lol these are god awful
<b>Sam:</b> Entanglement?? Maybe!
<b>Dave:</b> Awakening?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm
<b>Dave:</b> What ai is that? I’m doing the same thing
<b>Sam:</b> ChatGPT
── 12:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Mine suggested Our Little A, which I didn’t like but I wasn’t sure exactly how to say it other than the stigma around the word affair. And this is spot on.
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<b>Dave:</b> And why I didn’t like fling
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<b>Sam:</b> This sounds so much like you lol. You could have written this
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<b>Sam:</b> Hmm maybe just “us” is enough?
<b>Sam:</b> This sounds so much like you lol. You could have written this
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<b>Dave:</b> Maybe it is 💕
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah we’re pretty well aligned
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<b>Sam:</b> Ahhh! Ok loving these!
<b>Dave:</b> Yessss! Me too
<b>Sam:</b> I need to read through more thoroughly later but I think I like Kizuna but also. I don’t know how to pronounce several of these so that could be giving me a bias LOL
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, there’s some good stuff here for sure
<b>Dave:</b> Mull it over
<b>Sam:</b> Which one do you like
<b>Sam:</b> I just was thinking about how my hair is not nearly as thick as it used to be, and then I had this realization: I MUST BE SLOWLY BALDING!!!
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<b>Dave:</b> I think I like Kizuna. Some others I like are Amicitia, Continuum, and The Between.
<b>Dave:</b> Hbu?
<b>Sam:</b> I like the between too but for some reason that reminds me a lot of stranger things lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yes!!
<b>Dave:</b> I thought the exact same thing
<b>Dave:</b> The thing I don’t like about it is that we can’t refer to it in the possessive like “our Kizuna”. Our The Between doesn’t really work
<b>Sam:</b> Totally agree
<b>Dave:</b> And “between” feels like to common of a word to use as a noun
<b>Sam:</b> It also makes me feel like we are “stuck”
<b>Dave:</b> Yea
── 13:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I am dragging ass today 😔
How are you feeling? You at the gym?
<b>Dave:</b> My stomach is still a little out of whack, but overall pretty good.
<b>Dave:</b> Nah, I just got home and heated up some food. Probably not going the gym today
<b>Dave:</b> You had a pretty eventful weekend
<b>Dave:</b> And emotionally charged
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm I guess so. I just want to sleep
<b>Sam:</b> I canceled my class for tonight 😬
<b>Sam:</b> And I had the security guard give me headache medicine lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, get some rest 😘
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I’ll go home tonight and watch murder ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Because you’re gonna need it 😉
<b>Dave:</b> (In a week lol)
<b>Sam:</b> You gonna be upset with me if I need to take naps next week? 🫣
<b>Dave:</b> When we’re together?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes
<b>Dave:</b> No! I WANT to nap with you silly
<b>Sam:</b> Phew. 🙌
<b>Dave:</b> Can we take snuggly naps?
<b>Sam:</b> As long as you don’t snore in my ear!
<b>Sam:</b> And if you’re not too hot.
<b>Sam:</b> And if you don’t make me mad in other ways 😂😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> Kiddinggg
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll try
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol... gd. Fine no naps jeez
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaooo
<b>Dave:</b> 😜
── 14:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I love you. I can’t wait to see you. And I can’t wait to hug you.
<b>Dave:</b> I love you too baby! And I was just sitting here thinking about that
── 15:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> So how is actual work shaping up today?
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<b>Sam:</b> I’m over it
<b>Dave:</b> I knocked out the risk ass
<b>Sam:</b> Luckily not a ton of meetings
<b>Sam:</b> What risk assessment?
<b>Dave:</b> Qra
<b>Sam:</b> Like the QRA?
<b>Sam:</b> Blah I need to get in there and review 😭
<b>Sam:</b> I dunno how I’m going to make it through this week tbh
<b>Dave:</b> I need to do the packages though
<b>Sam:</b> I want to explode 💦
<b>Dave:</b> You can relieve yourself if you need to this week
<b>Sam:</b> Awww listen to you
<b>Sam:</b> I forgot I signed up to volunteer at the food bank Thursday afternoon so that’s nice
<b>Sam:</b> Awww listen to you
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<b>Dave:</b> It was a rough weekend so I’ll give you a little grace 😘
<b>Sam:</b> You’re the best!!!
<b>Sam:</b> No catch?? lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, no
<b>Dave:</b> Just the regular part selfie
<b>Dave:</b> Post
<b>Sam:</b> We will see if I cave
<b>Sam:</b> How are you holding up?
<b>Dave:</b> Also about to explode
<b>Dave:</b> Feeling like shit yesterday was nice though
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Sam:</b> It’s really not fun to be such an OVERthinker in these situations. Bc my mind won’t stop thinking about it lol
<b>Dave:</b> It’s just what you do 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> Speaking of over thinking
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> What if there’s been alllllll this buildup. Then right after, I have a MASSIVE adrenaline dump
<b>Sam:</b> Nah it’ll be fine
<b>Sam:</b> Right?
<b>Sam:</b> Are we codependent? Lol
<b>Dave:</b> If you do, then I’ll hold you until we recover 😊
<b>Sam:</b> What if we BOTH have massive adrenaline dumps
<b>Dave:</b> Same answer
<b>Sam:</b> And we are just two depressed peas in a pod
<b>Dave:</b> Then what better company could we be in? 😘
<b>Dave:</b> It will be fine babydoll
<b>Sam:</b> I’m sure you’re right.
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh. 6 more days. Fml
<b>Dave:</b> It will be better than fine, it will be amazing 🤩
<b>Dave:</b> We don’t even have to have sex if that’s what you’re worried about. We can just hug 🤗
<b>Sam:</b> Are you kidding?!? I cannot waitttttt to have sex
<b>Sam:</b> Are you kidding?!? I cannot waitttttt to have sex
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<b>Sam:</b> I just might die before I actually get there!! lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, yeah that was stupid
<b>Sam:</b> But I mean…if you’re not feeling it, then that’s ok too
<b>Dave:</b> I’m just trying to offer you a supportive environment!
<b>Sam:</b> I know and I make it kind of impossible, don’t I?
<b>Sam:</b> I’M INSUFFERABLE, DAVE!!
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<b>Sam:</b> I know and I make it kind of impossible, don’t I?
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<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> I’M INSUFFERABLE, DAVE!!
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<b>Dave:</b> No. You make it… Challenging
<b>Dave:</b> Which is a good thing
<b>Dave:</b> So I don’t get bored
<b>Sam:</b> Lolol
<b>Sam:</b> Bored. With ME?!?
<b>Dave:</b> Never!
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<b>Sam:</b> Just so you know, when I’m spiraling, I don’t need you to come save the day and have solutions. You can just say “I get it”.
<b>Dave:</b> I know this bitch. This aint my first Sam rodeo
<b>Sam:</b> Or ignore me
<b>Sam:</b> Or be like my dad and fucking THUMBS UP MY TEXT
<b>Dave:</b> Are you spiraling now?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm. No I’m ok.
<b>Sam:</b> 😵
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm. No I’m ok.
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<b>Dave:</b> I feel like I can tell when you are
<b>Dave:</b> Ahh ok
<b>Dave:</b> Good. Because I didn’t think so
<b>Sam:</b> When would you say you have spiraled on me??
<b>Dave:</b> I know this bitch. This aint my first Sam rodeo
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<b>Sam:</b> 🤔
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> I wonder what it would take to make you spiral
<b>Dave:</b> Well, the POS Stephen incident did a pretty good job of it
<b>Sam:</b> OK that’s fair
── 16:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I’m about to drive my last car load of rescue supplies to storage then I’ll be DUNZO with supplies!
<b>Dave:</b> That’s pretty amazing!
<b>Dave:</b> Are you not at work lol?
<b>Sam:</b> Leaving now
<b>Sam:</b> I loaded up my car last night lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ahh gotcha
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] God leaving the rescue does seriously feel like a break up like I literally just sent a text with a picture of the last of the shit that I dropped off and I was like all right well, everything is just dropped off now almost like I'm like returning my boyfriend shit back to his house I don't know I don't like it. I guess they completely emptied out two storage units though yesterday and they're gonna try to get rid of a whole bunch of shit which good they don't need it all and like the fact that like all of the stuff is donations and like this could be going to other organizations I don't know, man I just. It's all just fucking sad just like stressed about these damn dogs but anyway it's done. I have my house back and my garage back and that is fabulous.
<b>Dave:</b> Oh hey! Monday check-in?
<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea! If you have time?
<b>Dave:</b> I do. Give me just a min and I’ll call
<b>Sam:</b> That was not you who just called was it?
<b>Dave:</b> No
<b>Dave:</b> Getting ready to though
<b>Sam:</b> Damnit
<b>Sam:</b> Let me call you back in like 5 min
<b>Sam:</b> Could you hear me?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Sam:</b> Oh that’s weird
── 17:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Ughhhhhhh
<b>Sam:</b> So Nissan has been taking their sweet ass time to say whether or not they are going to do any goodwill repairs
<b>Sam:</b> And they just denied it
<b>Sam:</b> And the dealership is charging him $35/day to use a spare car
Which is BULLSHIT
<b>Sam:</b> And Christian has done nothing this entire time to figure out other options
── 18:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> You taking over just reinforces/rewards this.
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<b>Sam:</b> Which I’m highly annoyed about
<b>Sam:</b> Highhhhllyyyyyyyy
<b>Sam:</b> Bc of COURSE Nissan would deny.
<b>Sam:</b> He’s so fucking under water on this thing and I know it’s not his fault but 🤬🤬🤬🤬
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh is right 🫤
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck
── 18:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> I’m super triggered bc I’m realizing this is EXACTLY what I’m talking about in regards to needing to be with someone who can “handle their shit”
This is like me having to literally do Chaz’s divorce for him. Did I ever tell you I PAID for half of that divorce 🤦♀️🤬
So I’m trying veryyyyy hard to not do anything here
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that’s a lot. And I know that has been a theme.
<b>Sam:</b> Yea it’s my codependency 🤦♀️
<b>Sam:</b> So what am I gonna do? Bitch about it incessantly 😅 ok ok I’m going to try very hard not to
<b>Dave:</b> I knew you did all the work on the divorce
<b>Sam:</b> Yea it’s my codependency 🤦♀️
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<b>Sam:</b> Which also is exactly how we ended up with Christian moving in. Bc he lost his job
<b>Dave:</b> Bitch about it to me 👍
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> I appreciate you ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> I know you do baby 🤗
<b>Dave:</b> Hang in there
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 02, 2026 6:05:31 PM Keep your head down lll
Keep your head down lol
<b>Dave:</b> Is he being all high energy about it?
<b>Sam:</b> Like his angry intense self?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Sam:</b> No, he’s doing what he does when shit ACTUALLY hits the fan. Procrastinating/shutting down
<b>Dave:</b> Oh..
<b>Sam:</b> Which, you may be surprised to know I very much struggle with 🤪.
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<b>Sam:</b> Sigh
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh, I’m sorry sweetie 😭
<b>Sam:</b> Thank you. Now I’M back to rage and about to draft up some shit. 🤬🤬🤬
<b>Dave:</b> What are you drafting?
<b>Sam:</b> A fuck you email to Nissan
<b>Dave:</b> No…
<b>Sam:</b> Why
<b>Dave:</b> Because that’s the start of you doing everything for him.
<b>Dave:</b> Next thing you know you’ll be paying for half a new car.
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<b>Dave:</b> You taking over just reinforces/rewards this.
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<b>Sam:</b> I hear what you are saying
<b>Dave:</b> You know how you say things like don’t let me do…. X?
<b>Sam:</b> I do not like that I have said those things to you lol
<b>Sam:</b> Maybeeee this is more like me just being a hype man in the corner
<b>Dave:</b> I know. But now you need to listen to me. And let me help you do what we both know is the right move.
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 02, 2026 6:21:40 PM The bottom line is no matter how mad you get and how good a letter you draft, they aren’t going to change their mind. TRUUUUST me. I just obsessed over this exact thing, remember?
The bottom line is no matter how mad you get and how good a letter you draft, they aren’t going to change their mind. TRUUUUST me. I just obsessed over this exact thing, remember.
The bottom line is no matter how mad you get and how good a letter you draft, they aren’t going to change their mind. TRUUUUST me. I just obsessed over this exact thing, remember?
<b>Dave:</b> It isn’t worth getting yourself worked up over. Especially, when he hasn’t done shit.
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh
<b>Sam:</b> It’s a fucking 2022
<b>Sam:</b> Ok hypothetical.
<b>Sam:</b> IF NEEDED
<b>Sam:</b> So if he just junks it. Gets a couple hundred bucks for the parts. Rolls in the old underwater loan into a new one for a new car…. And they have an issue giving a loan bc his collateral is worth less than the loan amount…..
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe….i could just co-sign a loan?
<b>Sam:</b> 😬😬😬
<b>Sam:</b> Bc like…I have way better credit
<b>Sam:</b> Is that a bad idea
<b>Dave:</b> Sam
<b>Dave:</b> Sam
<b>Sam:</b> Ok so it’s a bad idea?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes
<b>Dave:</b> I advise against it.
<b>Sam:</b> Ok. I’ll let him figure it out.
<b>Sam:</b> He is a grown man. He is a big boy. He survived in this world long before me. He will survive after me. I am not a savior.
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> I would definitely not commit to anything like co-signing. Like considering you’re on your way out of this. You could be fucked in a year or two when you want to buy a house in Illinois
<b>Sam:</b> Ooooo I didn’t think about that… 😬
<b>Sam:</b> See?!! I’M DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB!
<b>Dave:</b> You are!!
<b>Sam:</b> Ooooo I didn’t think about that… 😬
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<b>Dave:</b> I’m actually very proud of you!
<b>Sam:</b> Good looking out baby
<b>Dave:</b> For real
<b>Sam:</b> I DID craft an email but that’s fine. OK my support ends there. Lol
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<b>Dave:</b> I mean, definitely advise and cheerlead, but don’t go any further than that imo
<b>Sam:</b> I feel…weird?? Maybe?? That I love you and want to be with you, like, in life, yettt you’re also my support system in my relationship? Is that weird for you? Maybe I should lean on other friends for that instead?
<b>Dave:</b> It is weird. But it also feels like, totally normal. And I’m oddly committed to being objective when I give you advice.
<b>Sam:</b> I just feel like you’re so supportive of all the things, and I’m just taking and taking and taking and you’re not taking anything? Like, how am I supporting you in the day to day? I’m not. You don’t ask. You need to dump all your baggage on me!! 😂😂
<b>Dave:</b> I think I would honestly feel kind of offended if you leaned on your other friends more at this point. Maybe I’ve grown accustomed to being in the know?
<b>Sam:</b> And I know you say you enjoy it, blah blah but it IS one sided
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe offended is the wrong word, but disappointed maybe?
<b>Dave:</b> Because you’re obviously free to do what you want
<b>Dave:</b> And yes, it’s honestly not as much of a burden as you think.
<b>Dave:</b> And you do support me whenever I need it. I just need it way…. WAAAAY less than you so it seems like it’s one sided 😜
<b>Dave:</b> And again, this conversation totally got me hard 🤷♂️
<b>Sam:</b> You’re so my person ❤️
<b>Sam:</b> I think I just, personally, need to be more mindful of dumping all the things on you. Bc there is such a thing as bandwidth and I take up a lot
<b>Sam:</b> You’re so my person ❤️
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<b>Dave:</b> I think you think it’s a lot more than it actually is. I mean we both know how you are…
<b>Dave:</b> If you filtered yourself, you wouldn’t the Sam I’ve fallen in love with 😘🥰
<b>Dave:</b> So please just keep being you baby 🙏
<b>Sam:</b> You’re the best ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Nah.
<b>Dave:</b> We’re a tie 😘
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<b>Dave:</b> Sooo… if you hate being complimented so much, are you just like constantly rolling your eyes all day when we’re texting and I’m telling you how great you are?
<b>Sam:</b> I am not good with compliments. But that’s not what I hate. What I hate is public declarations of love to other people lol
<b>Dave:</b> Ahhhh ok
<b>Sam:</b> I guess I’ve never been good at receiving compliments. But along this same topic, I am also not good with words of affirmation. I’ve found that I don’t take them very seriously bc I think talking is easy. Like anyone can SAY anything. But it’s someone’s actions that really matter.
<b>Sam:</b> Just like the whole line from Bucky: “No one will ever love you as much as I do” as he’s literally in the middle of breaking up with me and treating me like shit 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Guess who’s getting to bed early 😁😁😁
<b>Sam:</b> You’re a turd lol. I am on my way to pick up Quinn 🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh
<b>Sam:</b> Sweet dreams baby.
<b>Sam:</b> I’ll be thinking about you
<b>Dave:</b> Why are you doing it
<b>Sam:</b> He asked. Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> And you know…partnership blah blah
<b>Dave:</b> Haha, yep. Fair enough
<b>Sam:</b> Lol. I love you. Hope you sleep like a rock
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 02, 2026 8:48:36 PM I love you too baby! I know something is altar like rock 😏
I love you too baby! I know something is already like rock 😏
I love you too baby! I know something is already like a rock 😏
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll be dreaming about you 😘
<b>Sam:</b> 🥵
<b>Dave:</b> 6 days
<b>Dave:</b> 5 when we wake up
<b>Sam:</b> We can do this. We can do this!!
<b>Dave:</b> I believe in us!