The good kind of stalker

We were snuggled under the beige comforter, my head in the nook of his shoulder, reruns of "The Office" in the DVD player.

"So you called my office today?"

"Yeah I took a shot in the dark that you might actually be there." He had forgotten to take his cell phone to work and needed to tell me something about our plans for that night.

"You sounded surprised that they gave you my phone number."

"Well, yeah, I mean they just gave me your cell phone number. Didn't ask any questions or anything."

"Well isn't that what you needed?"

"Well... I guess, but they just gave it to me."

"They probably thought you were a customer and they didn't want to be bothered with answering your questions."

"Ok, but what if you have a stalker or something? It sure would be easy for them to get your phone number." I highly doubt that I would ever have a stalker, but the thought coming from him was completely melting me.

"Don't worry. No stalkers here. Just the one." I tipped my head up and kissed his cheek.

"Hmmm..." he mumbled, squeezing his arm more tightly around my shoulders.