He’s my first in so many ways and he is the first person I’ve really kissed or wanted to kiss.
And that sort of kind of takes this out and away from necking.
And sort of makes it really important to me.
Sure it could be me being fixed up and getting healthy, or it’s me getting back on track with my hormones and everything else that came out of me figuring it all out and all.
But it’s not.
I mean it’s not some swooning girly thing.
Though I do get a very girl like thrill or what maybe it seems like to me when he picks me up into a carry and my legs actually wrap around him and he carries me around the apartment kissing me and supporting me with one arm as he locks the doors and starts to turn off our lights before carrying me to the bedroom.
He leaves the bedroom light off and he turns his stereo on and drops in a mixed CD he made and some light rock folk group I don’t know starts playing and it sounds nice and romantic too.
He set’s me on the edge of the bed and kisses me deeply this time in that lay you down kind of really great way.
*And Now…