I loved him

* 5 *

We had been together for shortly over a month now. We had not made love and I honestly didn't mind. It seemed pretty cool that we were laying off it. I won't lie and say we've never stolen moments but we just never took it further than that.

It was an intererting transition from friendship to relationship. It was something I had never experienced before but it was working out really well.

I was out with my friend, Pretty. Yes, that is her name. I was out with her when Sam called asking to see me. Well, the love was still fresh so I was bound to give in.

"You aren't serious" Pretty said.
"Girl, if you were in my shoes, you would understand."
"Don't worry , girl. I totally get you! Go get your man, haha."

She didn't mind hanging alone.

"You're the best! Mwaah."

I left the cafe in an instant and went straight to Sam. He was home for the weekend. When I arrived. It was a different setting. His family is usually home but this time we were alone. It didn't freak me out but it was unusual.

I knew he wasn't in love with me as yet so I enjoyed the butterflies and the infatuation phase of it all. We sat, had a conversation and laughed our lungs out. One thing leads to another, before I knew it. We were kissing.

My goodness, if I could explain his kisses. His built body came over me and he whispered "bedroom?"

I was already into it, I nodded, struggling to get the word "yes" out.  Who would have known. My own friend.

I thought we were going to the bedroom to turn around halfway and not do this. Besides, we weren't in love yet.

He laid me down and I had never felt anything quite like that before.

As if that was enough to make me cry, he whispered "I love you." in my ear.

"I love you too." I whispered.

I don't know if he meant it but I'm an emotional being and I knew I meant it.

We lay there in each other's arms. It was breath taking. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms for the rest of my life. That's how I saw it.

We continued to have some pillow talk but it was time to leave. We cleared up and I got ready to leave. We sat down in the kitchen and talked some more. We just never ran out of anything to say.

He walked me out and I couldn't help but ask him.

"Sam... You said something...when we were...you know."
"What did I say?"
"Come on... You know what you said...and I said it back."
"I shouldn't have. I said the right words at the wrong time. This takes time."
"I understand...I won't rush you. Anytime you're ready."

I didn't want to push him or put pressure on him. That's the last thing a guy needs.

We kissed goodbye and I left. Wow! It felt good. It felt good to be his girl!