“He lies on his back, smoking a long cigarette with his left hand and holding me with his right. I lay with my head on his hard chest. Even though I’m exhausted, I don’t want to fall asleep.
We sit there in silence for a while. I trace pictures with my fingers on his exposed abdomen. I’m starting to feel uncomfortable with the silence, and I’m hoping everything is ok. Just when I’m about to ask him, I feel him sweetly kiss the top of my head. I smile. ‘I could really end up with him. This could really happen,’ I think excitedly. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone.
I never wanted a man. I didn’t feel I needed one; I was content on making my life complete within myself. I wasn’t interested in that kind of companionship. I had thrown around the idea of kids, but I assumed I could always adopt. But now, here with him, I’m not sure how I ever thought I wouldn’t want this.
I pick my head up and turn to look at his face.
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