“The first time I saw you, my heart almost stopped. You were in a suit that was at least a size too big so I had no idea how you looked under it, but something in your expression just pulled me in. You were wide-eyed and shocked but doing your best to hide it. I almost couldn’t function in the meeting because I kept wondering what you were thinking.”
Casey giggled and hugged me. “I thought I’d stumbled down the rabbit hole into some kind of alternate universe. It wasn’t just the clothes, it was everything.”
“I thought my curiosity about you would fade once you were gone, but that just made it worse. Every time I even thought about going out, I wondered what you were doing and who you were with. You kept me up night after night as I tried to imagine what you really thought about the lingerie. When I added in domination to the mix, my thoughts just whirled.” Kissing his head again, I stroked my hand over his back and marveled at the fact that he was right there with me.
“As you opened up more and started sharing who you really were inside, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.” Casey stiffened, but knowing him, I just smiled and kept going. “You’re sweet and cute and have the sexiest dirty mind, but it’s all wrapped up in such an innocent package. Combining that with how smart you are and how incredibly you fit into my life, I couldn’t ask for someone more perfect to love.”
I felt a shiver race through my shy boy and wetness trickle over my chest, but I just waited, knowing he’d talk to me when he was ready. Finally, he pulled his head up and gently touched his lips to mine. His voice was quiet but filled with emotion as he opened up to me. “I thought I’d never find anyone who could see past my painfully shy exterior. I know I’m not the most outgoing person, but you never got frustrated. Even though it took almost a year for me to start opening up, you never made me feel like a failure. You were always there for me.”
Tears rolled down his face as he stared up at me. “It might never be easy for me to share what I want or even what I’m thinking, but I just want you to know that it will always be about you.”
I wiped my thumb over his cheek, wiping away the tears that said just how much he loved me. “I love you. I will always wait for you, no matter how long you need.”
He let out a shaky breath and curled back into me. “I love you, Preston.”
“I love you too, my sweet boy.” I pulled him close and pinned him to me in a tight hug. “No matter what we decide to explore and how long it takes you to talk to me, nothing will keep me from loving you.”
To me, he would always be the shy cutie who’d first looked at me with that wide-eyed, needy expression, but he would also be the tempting man who wore panties under his suits and gave me those sexy smiles that said he had naughty things whirling through his head. Innocence and wicked desires…shy smiles and sexy panties…
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect man to spend my life with.
OMG I need my head examined! Someone tell me this is stupid! It’s all that harebrained lunatic’s fault!
Last week when I told you guys about this it didn’t sound so scary or insane, but as you can tell I’m having a few…second thoughts.
And thirds.
And fourths.
And fifths.
But he’s going to love it, right? My boyfriend, not the lunatic. Lunatic man promised he will. If he doesn’t, I’m going to kill lunatic man. I just…I want to see what it’s like. That’s not weird, right? I love my boyfriend and curiosity isn’t bad. He likes it when I’m curious.
Okay, maybe I’ve had too much to drink. Damn lunatic. It’s his fault I’m blogging drunk again. But he loves me…my boyfriend, not the lunatic…the lunatic is in love with the photographer that loses his mind. I walked in on them having sex last week. Did I tell you? I was going over to see my boyfriend and he was on the phone and then BAM. I went around the corner and there they were.
I’m scarred for life, but my other friend said it just makes me family because they’ve all seen the two lunatics go at it too.
It should be sweet that I’m family, but I’m not sure.
Okay, no more blogging. I’m probably going to regret this in the morning, but wish me luck. I love my boyfriend. He’s going to love it. Right?
Six weeks after first date