Tabulides and I whimper, silly. There seems to be nothing that bothers him when it comes to me or sex. It takes everything in me to climb on top of him, my weight pressing down on his chest. He groans and bends under my touch.

“And make sure it stays that way,” he growls, and squeezes my thigh. I know him better; I would say he is purposely tempting me. The squeeze is enough to make my pussy throb. He chuckles and pulls his hand away. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He taps my chest playfully, “Stop being mean.”

Then he devours me and kisses me softly. I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but I undid. When he parts from the kiss, I fall onto my stomach and rest my chin on his chest. He licks down, grinning brightly, his eyes full of love. It makes my heart pound in my chest. I can’t help but smile.

Wyatt caresses my cheek. “I love you. I didn’t think it would ever be something I would say, but now that I have, it makes me wish I had said it earlier. The words come easily when it isn’t hard for you.”

I am happy saying “I love you” is hard for you now. I love you too, handsome. I peck his lips and cuddle back into him. I’m glad we no longer need to keep our feelings to ourselves.

“Maybe we should discuss our conversation from last night,” I suggest nervously. I am not the only one whom that conversation makes nervous.

“I guess we should,” he whispers, taking a deep breath. I should be the one to go first, since I rejected him.

“I promise, Wyatt, I do want to move in with you, but I don’t think the timing is right. The fact you told me you love me makes me happy and I realize we will be ready to move in together soon. Today was a big step for us and our relationship. I don’t want either of us to become overwhelmed. One big step at a time. Can you give me a month or two?”

I say it loudly. My first thought is, great, he is upset. I don’t want him to get mad or angry at me again. He sighs.

“I can do that, no matter how badly I want you to move in with me right now. I will give you the time you need. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way,” he says softly.

I relax. Thank God this conversation went better than the last one last night.

“I appreciate that. I promise I won’t make you wait too long, Wyatt.” I moan it. I won’t, but it is something we both need to be one hundred percent ready for, or it isn’t going to work.

“I would do anything for you. We can discuss it again in a month’s time and see where you stand.”

“I can agree to that,” I smile. I’ll be ready when he asks me again in a month. If he can start the process of moving in then, that’s great. It will be a huge adjustment, but I am sure we can make it work.