profess my love, or at least fuck

I moved in to my ex’s apartment while he was in Europe for two months. I loved walking around naked in his apartment. Kind of like a dog marking its turf. But it was lonely. And I missed him. Now he’s back. I was so geared up to profess my love, or at least fuck. But he has been sleeping for two days and won’t stop saying he’s exhausted. I’m exhausted too. And I haven’t gotten laid since we broke up. Are you exhausted???