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We make small talk while we finish our meals, and when Adam drives me home, I invite him upstairs. Surprisingly, neither of us is interested in sex. Instead, we crawl into bed and each other’s arms and just enjoy being together. We both fall quickly into an exhausted sleep.

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The next morning, Adam wakes me with slow kisses and lazy touches. He’s gentle and sweet, kissing his way down my neck and over my chest before worshipping my belly and moving further down. He undresses me carefully, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can reach. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced in bed. Hell, it’s not exactly something I ever thought I would want to experience. But I find myself filled with emotions that bring tears to my eyes.

He slides inside of me tenderly and holds me close to his chest as our bodies rock together. It’s slow and sweet. This isn’t sex; this is making love. It lasts an eternity, and not nearly long enough, and we come together, reaching an earth-shattering peak.

After, as we lay there in the dappled morning sunlight, Adam pulls me close and whispers in my ear.

“I’m in love with you,” he says. I freeze. It feels so early to say that, but at the same time, it feels so right. I look at him, searching his eyes and finding the truth there. The tender look he gives me says so much. My own eyes sting with the threat of tears, and I swallow hard, pushing it down and smiling.

“I guess I like you, too.” I tease.

“Oh, youguess, huh?” He digs his fingers into my sides and starts tickling me relentlessly. I laugh and try and squirm away from him, but he pins me to the bed and doesn’t let me go.

Several minutes later, we are both laughing and breathless. He hovers over me, flushed and grinning, and presses a soft kiss to my lips and then my forehead. I smile back, filled with a warm emotion that I’ve never felt before.

“I love you too.”

To be continued….