Harley was still planning on waiting longer to have sex, but when I got back from California, I knew the waiting wasn’t going to last for much longer. I had been thinking about him all week. We had enough of a foundation set before I left for our relationship to continue to grow and evolve during the week. I already knew I was serious about diving into a relationship with Harley. I knew I had to be sure before I let him open his heart to me. I also knew I would be second to open my heart.
The week apart gave me some time and distance to be extra sure I was ready to let him into my life and more importantly, let him into my heart.
So, on October 24, with the approval of my mom and son, we officially became “boyfriend and girlfriend.” Although I had been feeling it for a while, it was the first day that I said what I was feeling out loud. I told him I loved him. He said he loved me, but I already knew that. I knew he didn’t want to say it before me. He didn’t want to scare me away. He had already started loving me months earlier. He had every intention and hope of being with me long before I considered the possibility. He had been praying for a relationship with me.
I don’t know if it was “fast” or “slow,” but there was no other way for it to be. We made love for the first time that night, or should I say the first few times?!
Much to his embarrassment, that weekend I texted our common female friends (my coworkers), telling them that he is amazing in bed. He really is. He is so attentive and soft and romantic and loving…more so than I am…although there is still hope for me! I warned him that it takes forever for me to come, but he had no problem giving me an orgasm in record time. Meanwhile, I am learning to be less of a guy when it comes to sex. I slipped and used the f-word and he told me that each and every time he was with me, he was going to make love to me.