Being Married to James

James and I This morning I think I dreamed that James got home from working his part-time around 3AM. Some time in the late night, I felt cool hands on my neck. They had gently slipped under the blanket that was covering me. I felt my favorite bamboo blanket slide down to my shoulders and my neck was exposed. I actually began to wake up and realized this wasnt a dream. It actually was my husband of five months, James Jackson, Jr. He HAD come home and was currently caressing my head and pulling my blanket down. Suddenly I felt more awake at the thought of him touching me this way. Judging by the draft of air I was feeling on my newly exposed neck, I was sweating like a pig, AGAIN! My eyes were still closed but popped open when I felt James leaning in. Was he going to kiss my sweaty and possibly stinky neck? I cringed at the thought. I whispered, "I'm sweaty..." James said he didnt mind, and proceeded to kiss the back of my neck and nibble it too for good measur...