He has spent every night here since the dance and he behaves like a real gentleman, he is beginning to drive me insane, last night I dreamt he kissed my forehead a whisphered the words 'I love you' to me. I'm starting to imagine things. I mean he is so perfect. He is very understanding, I mean I told him that I’m not ready to have sex yet, and he completely respects that, he hasn’t pushed me for anything more, and I love that about him. It’s been seven weeks now I think it’s about time that I ask him the questions that have been playing on my mind since Amy mentioned any thing about his sex life six weeks ago.
As we sit in silence watching a movie, I honestly haven’t seen a damn thing on the screen, my mind has been so preoccupied
Thinking how am I going to finally confront Julian.
His right arm is crooked comfortably around the back of my chair, as I lean into him, placing my cheek on his chest, his arm drops to my waist, using his free hand he picks up my chin and kisses me softly, within seconds the kiss that started off as soft and simple, has turned into, passion, as a fire starts in my chest, his hand is caressing my face, so lovingly as his lips drop from my lips and start kissing and suckling on my neck, and though his kisses feel like heaven at his point, when the feeling of electricity pulses through me, igniting every sense my body has, turning it on high alert, I feel the fire coursing through my blood, I can’t do this, I’m not ready. I pull his face up to meet my lips and once again passion ignites, he is kissing me relentlessly as his free hand starts running up my fully exposed legs, this feels too good, but I can’t let it get any further.