Even though mike messes things up&a lot he sure knows the way to my heart. I absolutely love date night. First, we get dinner, then we come back home to find a terrible movie on rotten tomatoes and make fun of it as we watch. I arrived at Mike`s apartment before him, I opened the door, and the apartment was a mess I started to clean his place.

　　Walking over to the kitchen I started to clean the few dirty dishes he had in his sink. As I used the sponge to clean the frying pan. After I finished scrapping off the dried egg remains off the pan, I walked over and cleaned the dirty waffle maker. He must have had a big breakfast because there were two dirty plates stacked next to the waffle maker. I grabbed the two plates and dirty measuring cup with pancake batter residue and washed it in the sink. As I scrubbed the dishes with the sponge, I began to remember the time we went to brunch at the superior caf�. That morning I was telling him about this wonderful caf� I use to frequent with my ex back in the states called the Penultimate caf�. Mike has never been over to the states and has lived in Germany for most of his life. But the superior caf� reminded me of that little tucked away caf�. I promised to take him there if we ever went to the states to visit my family. Placing the last wet dish in the dishwasher to dry, I walked over to the living room.

　　I started to pick up the throw pillows off the floor and placed them on the couch. I must have been angry last night and tossed the pillows as I stormed out. When I looked at the coffee table, I noticed there were two wine glasses. Laying on its side was a bottle of Sp鋞burgunder, one of the best Pinot Noir`s I`ve ever tasted. How bizarre I didn`t think I started drinking until I got home. I must have had a glass without realizing it. This stuff was my kryptonite. I cleaned the two glasses and placed the bottle on the counter so Mike could recycle it later.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

　　With the main areas clean, I walked over to his bedroom. To see if it was a mess. Immediately walking in I saw the bed wasn`t made, walking over I started to straighten the sheets and covers, to make the bed. Mike must have been in a hurry this morning because he usually makes his bed before he does anything in the morning. After putting the pillows back on the neatly tucked in covers. I went back into the living room to grab my bag and touched up my make up in the bathroom.

　　 On the counter of the sink, I noticed that there was lipstick I`d never seen before. I don`t remember buying this shade. Startled by my phone going off I dropped the lipstick and it rolled underneath the bed. Deciding to grab the lipstick later I grabbed my phone. It was Mike.

　　 "Hey babe I`m on my way home now sorry we just finished the case." Mike said.

　　 "Oh, that`s fine I let myself into your place and touching up my makeup now. We can leave whenever you get here." I said walking over to the bed.

　　 "Alright sounds good babe, love you." Mike said.

　　 "Love you too." I said hanging up the phone. I turned on my flashlight to look under the bed and find the lipstick. Getting on the floor I lifted the covers and pointed the flashlight under the bed. Oh my god, I am getting sloppy. I can`t believe I left my panties balled up underneath his bed. Reaching in to grab the lip stick and panties. I pulled them from underneath the bed. Not recognizing the lace patterns uncrumpled the underwear. These were not my panties.