| I had split five months ago with my boyfriend of a year and a half and I was getting over it as fast as possible. I didn't want to be associated with him. Out of the blue, a friend emailed me telling me he wanted to see me (we'd had crushes on each other in high school, but we were both seeing other people and we didn't know about the other liking the other). So, he came to my house and since we had not seen each other in two years, we had tons of catching up to do. We ended up hanging out every night for a week. Once, we were at his house in his room watching movies and we started wrestling. He ended up on top of me, he leaned down real close, and I was like, “Just do it already!” We did this a few times. I think we knew what we were doing. Finally, we were just talking, then we started whispering, then he came closer and closer, and pretty soon, his whispering lips were bumping mine. Finally, he leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, lingering, pulling me up to put his arms around me and then laying back down. Kissing him was, and still is, like running head first into pillows. He has a beautifully shaped mouth and after he kissed me, he turned away and said, “I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I just kissed you, and..I liked it, but I’m sorry.” He felt he'd done something wrong by not asking me first! I was like, “honey get over here!” We've been together 4 months now, and taking it slow, but it's great! |
