Can you read my mind?

I think maybe the boy is psychic.

In work, when I briefly popped in to tell them how sick I am and how it is humanly impossible for me to actually perform my job role, I told my team of how the boy had bought an XBOX and we have gone to bed separately every night.

This hasn't happened since I said it. We also had sex last Thursday which was so needed.

Can he read my mind? Sometimes I really believe he has this gift that he keeps hidden away from me and at any moment, he knows what I am thinking and how I am feeling.

Maybe he has found my blog, although to be fair, doesn't contain too much information for him to use as my lack of energy is affecting my typing ability too.