I briefly saw my ex-cop today. I stopped by his work, not because I wanted to see him but because it’s a place I went before I knew him, and I didn’t want to be driven away simply because he was working.
It’s funny how many intimate details you can know about a lover, and not know other really basic things. I know how he sounds during an orgasm but not how he takes his coffee.
I see him Sunday. I may not find out about the coffee then.