The moment where you let go of your worries and give in is one of the best feelings.

It’s taken me a few months to realize and be okay with it, but I’m in like. J, is the perfect guy to ease me into the potential relationship realm. I don’t know if we’ll end up dating just because of the timing of all this. School is almost over and summer is near. He lives in Chicago and I’m going to be in Green Bay. But that’s not the topic at hand. I’ve eased into holding his hand in public. He hugs me and kisses me in front of his frat brothers at parties, but it’s okay because he’s not on me all night. I still get to dance and have fun while he does the same.

I’m comfortable laying there next to him completely exposed. He touches me like I’m an expensive piece of art. He looks at me like a shiny new car. He makes it feel like so much more than just sex and for the first time, I like it. He kisses my forehead, my shoulder, he says the right things. We’ve decided that we’re a “thing” and to me, that’s the perfect name for what we are. It’s not a full time commitment, but at the end of the day I know he’s coming back to me.

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