This is actually the part where we talk about the third base, rounding up last night but it’s not so easy to guess.
How can someone be so sensitive and sweet, without being committed to anyone? I am focused on his bright blue eyes, which show love, concern, and warmth towards me. He wants to make sure that I am okay with this, are you sure you are?
“I’m fine with this as long as it doesn’t create any awkwardness between us.”
“Me too.”.
Politely inquire of him whether last night went well. Request his confirmation that pleasuring me orally was everything he desired, although it is unnecessary for me to ask. Even requesting such confirmation feels absurd.
“Last evening was incredible,” he responds, and I sense a flutter of butterflies in my abdomen.
“It was…”.
“Oh my goodness, this is so strange,” he includes, and I chuckle.
“Probably not as strange as hugging was,” I respond, attempting to alleviate the intense, intense atmosphere.
“Oh, come on,” he jests, pushing my shoulder. “You’re a superb snuggler.”
“You are too! We should have been embracing this entire time.”
He chuckles. “I’m not typically one to engage in much cuddling.”
“Well, it appears that those strong muscles of yours make excellent cushions.”
With a grin, he stretches, and I scoff at him. “These cushions?”
Yesterday evening, I simply recollected, Oh my goodness, why did I jog my memory? In that manner…We are ourselves once more, and I playfully taunt him, “Cease it, you boast.” The uneasiness persists, but at least we can crack jokes and navigate through the aspects that cause us discomfort, such as the reality that he was quite literally poking his tongue in my intimate area. Well, predominantly.
Thankfully, he moves over to the weights against the wall as I’m able to hide my blush behind the redness of my cheeks by working out.
“So in order to avoid things getting too strange,” he states while lifting a barbell, “perhaps that could assist us in distinguishing everything, you know… It is advisable for us to establish some guidelines.”
“That’s a great idea,” I reply. “What do you have in mind?”Output: “That’s an excellent suggestion,” I respond. “What are you thinking?”
“Well…” He thinks for a moment, curling the weights like they’re nothing. “First, you and I can’t do anything without Hunter around.”.
“Clearly,” I respond.