At last

We’ve known each other for almost 9 years and that was the first time we had actually slept in the same bed together.

I get a text message from you 2 minutes after you drop me off at home:
Wanted to come in… But didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.

I reply:
You are more than welcome to come in. I’m just in bed. Call me if u want in.

I’m looking at you sitting on my bed from under my covers. Then you state your position.

“This is the last time I’ll be able to sleep over this trip,” you tell me. “Tomorrow I have to pick someone up from the airport.”

I picked up that you were referring to your boyfriend. Funny how you only have mention him when necessity arises.

“The wrong idea would be that I want you to cross any boundaries we’ve set up,” you said.

I told you the decision to sleep over was ultimately up to you, what you felt comfortable doing. I’m fully prepared to respect your decision to not sleep over. But also, if you would like to sleep over you are are more than welcome and I would be happy to sleep with you.

I gave you a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt for pajamas. You took off all your clothes right in front of me and didn’t show any shame.
Adam and Eve weren’t ashamed to see each other naked.

You are so small in my arms. Our feelings for one another are reciprocal. I feel not so alone in your presence. I wrap my arms tightly around you, keeping you, protecting you, taking you in. You put your hand on mine.

We’ve known each other for almost 9 years and that was the first time we had actually slept in the same bed together.