In the morning, we step out of the house together, just like a married couple does before departing to work. He’s always dressed so nicely—I like that he’s a businessman, and he looks the part, as well. He places his hand on the small of my back, pulls me close, and usually whispers something sweet but not so innocent into my ear. His voice is the most captivating voice I have ever heard. I can feel his breath against my skin, and the deepness that resonates sends chills throughout my body. He’s smooth. He kisses me, and we’re on our separate ways.  I’m falling for Kyle. I like you, a lot. I like that we spend 3 or 4 nights together out of the week. I like falling next to you, and rising next to you. I like you. I like feeling secure with you against me at night. I like that we feed off one another. I like that in the morning, you make breakfast while I iron our clothes. I like the feeling of this being something more than a relationship. We’re both in this for the long haul. Last night, while we were in bed, a very strong feeling came over me. I know exactly what it was. We were both vulnerable—No coverings, sweaty, the bedroom was hot and humid-like, we were both exposed… fully. I was lying down, looking up at you. My hands were holding your face; Fingers spread, gently wandering over your lips, temples, and eyes. You were relaxed, calm, and at ease. Your right forearm was rested on the bed, the other hand wandering over my hips. You tried to nuzzle your face in to my neck, to kiss. Even though I wanted it, I didn’t let you. I wanted to look into your eyes a bit longer. We searched each other’s eyes for about a minute. A smirk came across your face and you broke the contact. “You’re studying me.” You’re right, I was studying you, and I found answers. In your eyes, I found passion, protectiveness, and love. I began to tear up, but you weren’t concerned, because you knew exactly why I was doing this. The strength of the emotions you were projecting overcame and enthralled me. You enveloped me.

In the morning, we step out of the house together, just like a married couple does before departing to work. He’s always dressed so nicely—I like that he’s a businessman, and he looks the part, as well. He places his hand on the small of my back, pulls me close, and usually whispers something sweet but not so innocent into my ear. His voice is the most captivating voice I have ever heard. I can feel his breath against my skin, and the deepness that resonates sends chills throughout my body. He’s smooth. He kisses me, and we’re on our separate ways. 

I’m falling for Kyle. I like you, a lot. I like that we spend 3 or 4 nights together out of the week. I like falling next to you, and rising next to you. I like you. I like feeling secure with you against me at night. I like that we feed off one another. I like that in the morning, you make breakfast while I iron our clothes. I like the feeling of this being something more than a relationship. We’re both in this for the long haul.

Last night, while we were in bed, a very strong feeling came over me. I know exactly what it was. We were both vulnerable—No coverings, sweaty, the bedroom was hot and humid-like, we were both exposed… fully. I was lying down, looking up at you. My hands were holding your face; Fingers spread, gently wandering over your lips, temples, and eyes. You were relaxed, calm, and at ease. Your right forearm was rested on the bed, the other hand wandering over my hips. You tried to nuzzle your face in to my neck, to kiss. Even though I wanted it, I didn’t let you. I wanted to look into your eyes a bit longer. We searched each other’s eyes for about a minute. A smirk came across your face and you broke the contact. “You’re studying me.” You’re right, I was studying you, and I found answers. In your eyes, I found passion, protectiveness, and love. I began to tear up, but you weren’t concerned, because you knew exactly why I was doing this. The strength of the emotions you were projecting overcame and enthralled me. You enveloped me.