if there were any fantasies he had that I
could help to make come true. That's what a partnership was all about, wasn't
it? Making sure you pleased each other in the best possible way. And I wanted
to please Jet in any way I could. I felt it was my job as his girlfriend to do
whatever I could to in order to make him happy. I also felt that he, too,
should do the same for me. I loved him, after all. Yes, it was true, I had
fallen madly and deeply in love with a boy who was probably all wrong for me,
and yet I was completely okay with it.
I knew he wanted to make me happy,
and I was sure he felt the same way about me as I did for him. Things had been
going wonderfully between us, and the hiccups we had experienced before seemed
to be gone now. I felt that there was nothing further to worry about.
I rolled over toward him in the
bed, and kissed his shoulder. Her groaned and rolled over to face me. I kissed
his sleepy lips and his eyes blinked open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, we
better get up and go. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Sounds good, baby. By the way last night was
incredible.”
“I think so, too, Jet, though I
am a little sore.”
“A good sore, I hope.”
I smiled. “Yes it's a wonderful
reminder of what happened last night.”
“ Mmm ,
maybe we can try a little bit again on the way home. I promise I will be
gentle.”
I giggled. “We'll see, now get
up.”
We both got up out of bed and
proceeded to get dressed and ready to go. We had packed our bags the night before,
after we had finished playing games with my parents all night.
I finished brushing my hair and
headed downstairs, with Jet in tow. My mother was in the kitchen making
breakfast. She knew we weren't planning on staying, so she had packed us up a
breakfast basket of fruit and muffins for the road.
“Thanks, Mom, you didn't have to
do that. We could have hit up a coffee shop on the way.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was nothing.
I also have a thermos full of coffee here for you.”
We hugged and said our goodbyes,
and my parents welcomed Jet to come back anytime. He seemed genuine when he
hugged each of them. We piled everything into the car and then settled in
ourselves. We watched as my parents went back into the house, and I turned to
Jet. “Hey, sweetheart, thank you so much for coming here with me.”
He smiled. “Anything
for you, Natalie.”
I leaned over to him in the car,
and kissed him full on the mouth. When I pulled back I whispered, “I love you,
Jet.”
At first, I wasn't sure if he had
heard me, because there was a long pause after my declaration, and then he just
kissed me back. I pulled back and leaned my head against the window, feeling
confusion rush in. He seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with me, so I
was quite certain he had heard me. So why didn't he say it back? Did he not
think the moment was right, or did he not love me at all?
It was hard to believe that he
wouldn't by now, but guys were different about these things, and maybe he just
wasn't ready. I feared, however, that maybe he just didn't feel the same way
about me, and that truly terrified me. What was even worse was that I worried
that he wasn't even ready to hear I love
you . What if he freaked or bolted because he wasn't in the same place as I
was emotionally?
His lack of admission pretty much
killed our whole trip home. Compared to the way we were when we travelled down,
it was the complete opposite. We barely talked, we didn't laugh at all, and it
got so awkward, in fact, that I finally just opened a book and read the entire
thing on the ride home. At that point I knew for sure that he had heard what I
said, because at no point during the trip did he ask me if anything was wrong.
I asked him to forego the hotel this time around and just drive the full way
home. It was very reminiscent of the
drive home after Thanksgiving. It concerned me that we weren't able to
communicate what was wrong. I was completely embarrassed by my
could help to make come true. That's what a partnership was all about, wasn't
it? Making sure you pleased each other in the best possible way. And I wanted
to please Jet in any way I could. I felt it was my job as his girlfriend to do
whatever I could to in order to make him happy. I also felt that he, too,
should do the same for me. I loved him, after all. Yes, it was true, I had
fallen madly and deeply in love with a boy who was probably all wrong for me,
and yet I was completely okay with it.
I knew he wanted to make me happy,
and I was sure he felt the same way about me as I did for him. Things had been
going wonderfully between us, and the hiccups we had experienced before seemed
to be gone now. I felt that there was nothing further to worry about.
I rolled over toward him in the
bed, and kissed his shoulder. Her groaned and rolled over to face me. I kissed
his sleepy lips and his eyes blinked open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, we
better get up and go. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Sounds good, baby. By the way last night was
incredible.”
“I think so, too, Jet, though I
am a little sore.”
“A good sore, I hope.”
I smiled. “Yes it's a wonderful
reminder of what happened last night.”
“ Mmm ,
maybe we can try a little bit again on the way home. I promise I will be
gentle.”
I giggled. “We'll see, now get
up.”
We both got up out of bed and
proceeded to get dressed and ready to go. We had packed our bags the night before,
after we had finished playing games with my parents all night.
I finished brushing my hair and
headed downstairs, with Jet in tow. My mother was in the kitchen making
breakfast. She knew we weren't planning on staying, so she had packed us up a
breakfast basket of fruit and muffins for the road.
“Thanks, Mom, you didn't have to
do that. We could have hit up a coffee shop on the way.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was nothing.
I also have a thermos full of coffee here for you.”
We hugged and said our goodbyes,
and my parents welcomed Jet to come back anytime. He seemed genuine when he
hugged each of them. We piled everything into the car and then settled in
ourselves. We watched as my parents went back into the house, and I turned to
Jet. “Hey, sweetheart, thank you so much for coming here with me.”
He smiled. “Anything
for you, Natalie.”
I leaned over to him in the car,
and kissed him full on the mouth. When I pulled back I whispered, “I love you,
Jet.”
At first, I wasn't sure if he had
heard me, because there was a long pause after my declaration, and then he just
kissed me back. I pulled back and leaned my head against the window, feeling
confusion rush in. He seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with me, so I
was quite certain he had heard me. So why didn't he say it back? Did he not
think the moment was right, or did he not love me at all?
It was hard to believe that he
wouldn't by now, but guys were different about these things, and maybe he just
wasn't ready. I feared, however, that maybe he just didn't feel the same way
about me, and that truly terrified me. What was even worse was that I worried
that he wasn't even ready to hear I love
you . What if he freaked or bolted because he wasn't in the same place as I
was emotionally?
His lack of admission pretty much
killed our whole trip home. Compared to the way we were when we travelled down,
it was the complete opposite. We barely talked, we didn't laugh at all, and it
got so awkward, in fact, that I finally just opened a book and read the entire
thing on the ride home. At that point I knew for sure that he had heard what I
said, because at no point during the trip did he ask me if anything was wrong.
I asked him to forego the hotel this time around and just drive the full way
home. It was very reminiscent of the
drive home after Thanksgiving. It concerned me that we weren't able to
communicate what was wrong. I was completely embarrassed by my
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