He's pulling me towards his bed. He kisses me.
I'm blushing and out of breath. I whisper his name.
He pulls away, noticing the hesitation in my voice.
"I'm sorry," he says at once. He's blushing, too. "I can slow down."
He pauses, then repeats it to himself.
A moment passes. And I actually giggle.
He looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and echoes a phrase I've said too often. "Are you laughing at me?"
"No..." The truth is, I'm laughing because I'm marveling at the fact, the realization, that he actually wants me.
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Doubts
RomanceWe met online, which is how I've always imagined it. We poured our souls out in text. But meeting in person is terrifying. I've never had a real relationship. I've fallen in unrequited love and written about love since I was nine. But this is real...
