Last night Mike and I met up for dinner. I am so glad we did because I was starting to forget what his smile looked like and his face.
He smelled good like I remembered. In fact he smelled so good that when I got home and lounged on the couch watching “Who’s Wedding is It Anyways” with my sister; I could smell him on me. His smell lingered on my hands and on my sweatshirt for hours.
We had a nice dinner and great conversation. I would catch myself getting lost in his eyes. I know it’s so darn cliche, but it’s true. His eyes are the most beautiful blue-gray color. Reminds me of Monterey skies.
I learned a little more about him last night. I am really liking this part of getting to know him. I know there is no pressure sexually and that is a great relief on my mind. I can actually enjoy time with him without the fear of him wanting to pounce me at the first opportunity.
We are planning to get together one night this weekend if I can find a sitter for my son. I can’t wait to see him again.
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