Not Lying

He finally noticed it today. "You've been busy these days, love." Caught off-guard, I blurted, "What busy? You're busy." He looked at me, imploring, I lowered my gaze, fearing he'd see my guilt. Sorry hun", I laughed it off. "It's just my creative juices are flowing, and I must write." "Hm, hm" he finally nods, giving me a chance, Oblivious of what other juices are flowing 'der my pants.