I wasn’t sure if we were staying the night or not, but just in case, we both packed a small bag. I love being home so any chance I can get I always prepare myself to spend some time there. Slim and I had our usual banter on the drive up. We also blasted the radio and both sang - no matter how crappy I sounded - to our hearts contents. Being with Slim is the most easygoing, comfortable relationship I have ever had. I don’t know what’s going on with us, but things are changing. I really believed he only wanted to be friends. Overhearing him talking to his dad about me made me think nothing would ever happen. However, last night got me thinking again; the way his fingers took control on my skin. They skimmed along my belly and gave me chills. My reaction to his gifted skimming was playful and I pretended to hate it, yet I wanted more - so much more - that I freaked myself out. I’ve wanted him for so long I am now afraid it’s going to ruin what we have. His continuous flirting is consuming and confusing all at the same time.
