These weeks were the happiest weeks of my life. We spent
almost every day together, doing something special - like
going to the movies, or just stayed at home under the warm
blanket. We could act like kids sometimes - having a pillow
fight, or tickle each other till we both were put of breath.

His kisses and the sense of his hands on my skin were
driving me out of my mind. Yet every time he would stop.
I wanted him so much it scared me.
I was aching for his touch, wanted him to be mine and me -
his. I was ready in every way possible, but he insisted on
waiting.
"I want us to be sure, hundred percent sure, because there
is no way back from here" He said once, when we were lying
on his bed.
"I am sure, a thousand percent. I want you in every way"
"You're a sweetie" he whispered
"You're sweeter" I kissed him

Candles, hundreds of them, met me when I stepped in to his
home on New Year's Eve.
He led me to a table, set for two in the garden.
So romantic, I thought, I liked when he got all romantic.
We fed each other; he made everything so no silverware will
be needed, kissing in-between bites.
When it got chilly we entered back in the house, I helped
him bring in the dishes.
We went up to his room, he put a soft music
"May I have this dance, my dear?"
"Always"
We danced, barely moving.

At midnight, we started the New Year with a kiss.
"There's something I want to tell you" His eyes were focused
on me.
I looked up, wondering.
He leaned closer, and whispered in my ear "I love you"
My eyes filled with tears, I hugged his as tight as I could.
The subject didn't come up ever since we decided to give us
a try, and I was so afraid his feelings changed.
"You're not supposed to cry when a man tells you he loves
you" Said when he saw the tears I was holding back
"I'm not crying. I'm simply happy"
His golden eyes smiled at me "I love seeing you happy"
"I love you" I kissed him.
The kiss was so sweet like no one before. I melted... my
bones as though seized to exist. His lips fluttered on mine,
teasing, tasting. Then, his tongue joined the sweet torture.

His fingers went down on my back, taking the zipper of my
dress with them, and then slowly caused each strap to fall
of my shoulder. The dress landed on the floor at my feet.
I slide my hands on his chest, taking my time to open one
button after another.
We lied down on the bed, still kissing.
Our lips did not part for a second, until he began exploring
my shoulders, licking the base of my neck.
My hands pressed him closer to me. I could feel how hard he
was, and I wanted that hardness inside me.
"Patience, my love" He smiled, his lips dangerously
approaching my breasts, his tongue licking around them,
nearing the nipple and yet not touching it.
"Please" I moaned. He knew exactly what I was asking, and
just smiled.
When his lips finally got to my nipple, the warmth of his
mouth on my breast made me scream.
He took things slow, very slow. Tasting every part of my
body... Bringing me to places I didn't know were possible.
When he penetrated me, I became whole, like never before.
The sense of rightness filled every nerve in my body, we
belonged together.

Hours later he whispered to me "I love you"
"I love you" I answered, kissing him tenderly on his lips.
And we fell asleep, holding each other close.