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"Hey, Jim."
"Hey."
Oh, Jim smoochies.
I don't think I'll ever get used to this. And I don't think this will ever be any less pleasant.
We've been together for almost two weeks now. I like it. And we haven't slept together, which I think is okay. Okay, a little frustrating, but I don't know... I'm still nervous about this whole... guy/guy thing. I still haven't told Jim I'm a virgin in this area, but I think he knows.
"How was your day?" he asks as he steps back and watches me take off my jacket.
"Boring," I reply with a sigh. "Supervising tests all day? Not my idea of fun." Then I add, with a grin, "Although I didn't mind coming home, though."
"Really," Jim says with a grin of his own and then he's kissing me again. Wow, my insides have melted down to a liquid mass... It's okay, I don't mind!
"Hey, I have a surprise for you," he tells me against my lips, then pulls back and takes my hand. What? We're going to my room - okay...? What's in my room? What's... not in my room, is actually a better question. Well, pretty much everything is *not* in my room!
It looks more like... an office. With desk and all my books and papers and stuff... But all my personal stuff is gone. The bed is bare and empty. My clothes are gone.
"I thought maybe... you could move upstairs, if you don't mind," Jim whispers in my ear.
Oh, shut mouth. Right. Mouth closed is good. Closing mouth, now. I shut my mouth, then turn to stare wide-eyed at my partner. "Really?"
"Yeah," he replied. Then his grin suddenly fades. "Unless you don't want to, 'cause you don't have to - I mean, I know you wanna wait, and I don't want you to think I'm pushing or anything - but it would be nice to just have you there, and I like just holding you, and you have slept upstairs before and I just held you, but like I said you don't have to, because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, so if you want me to move your stuff back down into your room-"
I silence his nervous ramble with a kiss and let my arms embrace him. When I finally pull back, I can only smile at the dazed look on his face. "I'll move upstairs," I say.
And then - oh, Jim smoochies...
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