Untouched Love

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"Um, yes, yes yes!" I squealed and jumped on top of him, kissing his face all over.

"You know what this means right? This means you're my giiiirlfriend now." He said like he was proud of me. Like he was proud that I was now his and he wanted to show me off to the world.

It was 4:33 am when he asked me. I will never forget that.

We spent the rest of the night laying there, talking about nonsense, laughing at any and everything, just enjoying each other.

January 25th

I don't remember the last time I woke up this happy. Realizing that last night wasn't a dream and that Andrew and I are actually together now.

He woke up and rolled over, showering me with good morning kisses. We laid in bed for at least an hour, playing with each others hair and sharing warm cuddles.

I had been staying at his place for 3 days now so I knew that I would probably have to leave back home today. Although he loves spending time with me he also is very independent and likes his him time, and I totally understand that, I think everyone needs their alone time in a relationship. It makes for a healthy relationship being able to love each other from apart as well as together.

He took me out for a nice breakfast then we went back to his place to relax and enjoy our last day before heading home.

I couldn't stop thinking about when he said I love you...I wanted to hear him say it, I wanted to hear how shaky his voice gets when he's nervous and all he ends up doing is holding my hand and staring into my eyes. I wanted to hear him say I love you. I won't rush him, he'll say it to me when he's ready...and I can't wait for that day.

January 27th

I woke up before him this time and looked over my shoulder. He was so peaceful when he slept. He rolled over so his back was facing me so I scratched his back while he slept, going back and forth from running my fingers through his hair and gently kissing from his shoulder down his whole back.

I really love him. I couldn't stop thinking about how he mouthed it to me and I don't think think I can wait for him to be the first to say it...so I'm going to tell him.

I've never been the one to say it first so to say my heart was beating straight out of my chest was an understatement. I had to build myself up and plan the whole thing out. He was still asleep so I wanted to wake him up and tell him as soon as his eyes fluttered open.

Ok...here we go...nothing to be scared about..

I gently placed my hand on his shoulder, shaking as my skin touched his. I've never been this nervous to say it.

"Baby?" I said shakingly.

"Hmm." Was all he could get out as he was still half asleep.

"I love you..."

The room grew silent.

He rolled over and smiled at me, rubbing his eyes, trying to come back to reality.

Okay he's not saying anything...did he not hear me? Was he still asleep? Did I mess up and say it too early and he doesn't want to say it back?? Play it cool...

"Haha, sorry baby, did I wake you up, should've I let you sleep longer?" My heart was racing, hands completely clamed up, and my breath was shaky.

"No no that's okay babe, I should probably get up and take a shower anyways before we start our day." He said before grabbing a towel hanging from his door and walked to the bathroom.

Huh.

There's no way he heard me. He would not be playing it off like this if he did...as if I was already nervous enough saying to him the first time now I have to bring it up right to his face...which was very intimidating for me.

I sat on his bed thinking of how I was going to bring it up. After roughly 15 minutes I heard the door open and his footsteps got closer to the bedroom

"How was your shower.." I asked him.

"Oh pretty good actually!"

"Um...I'm sorry about what I said earlier, it was probably too early, I didn't mean to put you on the spot." I said without losing eye contact.

I could see pure confusion on his face before it hit him and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god. I'm going to be honest with you I didn't know you actually said that, I thought I was still dreaming!" He chuckled nervously.

I sat on the corner on his bed, not knowing what to say next.