After that night, David and I were together all the time. He helped me close on my house and gathered friends to help with the move. He was very sweet about all the indecision I had when finally faced with my own house. One thing I knew I wanted was to make love in every room, and we did. We couldn't stop touching and loving each other, and it was fine with me. He was charming, intelligent and funny. We had so much fun, whatever we did.
The house shaped up nicely, and quickly became HOME to us. Sometimes, I would stop and consider my life and wonder how anyone could be as lucky as me. I had a wonderful job, good friends, my new house and now, the perfect man. We seemed perfectly matched in so many ways, including our sex life. One day, I was thinking about David and had to giggle...I had found Mr. Wright! He made me so happy.
We slept every night together, wrapped around each other, skin touching skin. We made love daily, sometimes even meeting at lunch time for a quickie, because the day seemed too long. I was deliriously happy and content.
One night, we curled up together and watched a movie, laughing and kissing, enjoying the sensation of being together and knowing we had found the one person that destiny had planned for us. I knew we were really meant to be here, to be a couple, and that knowledge made me hurt with love for David. I found myself blurting it out, being the first to say it! It was followed by the longest 30 seconds of my life, then he thanked me and kissed my nose. We did not make love that night. We held each other and kissed and touched and admired, but never went beyond that.