Seventeen degrees outside, and you told yourself you weren't going to blissfully fall for the danger which knocked on your door last Thursday.
You fought the inevitable, and while eleven pm turned into rough kisses you told yourself "not him".
Because you knew deep down that he wasn't ready.
Eating up his advances like a delicious piece of cheesecake, you opened yourself up to him.
A month ago strangers, first time meeting turned into hours of alcohol induced conversations while you showed each other the music which made your souls tick.
Sleeping on the couch in the living room turned into sleeping in his bedroom and you laughed because everything fit together so easily.
His heart still guarded strongly between the protective distance he built to sway advances of any female he wasn't taking to bed.
But somehow you saw through the defenses, and **** around.
This cancerian writes a new love story each passing day.