Three years ago, I woke up in his arms.
We had come back to my house from a kinky New Year’s Eve party. It was late; we were high on the energy of the night. I invited him to stay the night with me.
I remember vividly, standing in my living room, our arms wrapped around each other, passionate kisses – and I asked him to stay. I wanted him to stay.
And he did too.
It ended up being a fun little after-party if you will — and the start of something really good.
Three years ago.