love: boy + girl

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The story goes like this:

Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl establish a professional relationship. Boy flirts with Girl and Girl doesn't realize. Girl realizes and also realizes that she's very much attracted to Boy. Boy and Girl beat around the bush. Finally, Girl and Boy decide to start spending time together outside of work. Boy and Girl get very close. Boy can't have a relationship. Boy says 'no' while his actions say 'yes'. Boy and Girl know they shouldn't be together and try to distance themselves. Girl and Boy can't. Girl and Boy kiss

Yep, you know who I'm talking about.

After a little under two months, Mr. Wit and I have finally kissed. And it's about damn time too...

It was a Wednesday night when it happened. I went over to his place to just talk and hang out and the two of us were joking around and for about the bajillionth time that night, he leaned in, our foreheads touching, and our faces got closer than ever.

"Are we too close?" he asked me.

"No. But yes. But no," I replied, knowing that we weren't supposed to be anything more than friends but wanting nothing more than to kiss him. I then followed my last statement with, "Look. We could totally hate it so maybe this is just something we need to do to get out of our systems."

"I doubt that's going to be the case," Mr. Wit replies. I shook my head. I knew that it was dangerous territory that we were treading in, but nonetheless, Mr. Wit closed the gap between us and finally, yes, finally, kissed me.

We then followed up this day with kisses on Friday and sneaking around together on Saturday -- stealing kisses in secret corners and when no one was watching. We were in tech and then a run for a showcase and it almost became a game of which secret places we could occupy and for how long...and of course, who doesn't love the thrill of getting caught?

My name is J, and I'm utterly infatuated with Mr. Wit.

He's my escape; my breath of fresh air. The last couple of days have been incredible: long nights filled with converstion till the early hours of the morning, all twisted and entagled in each other; waking up in each other's arms and waking up to a kiss; the witty banter and word play; and of course, the added bonus: when things get hot and heavy.... I've never been one to skimp on the details but I'll leave you hanging just this once.

Nights full of whispers that send shivers down my spine: I adore you. You stun me. You're beautiful. You thrill me. I care about you. I could get used to this. Baby. You put me in this frenzy where I can't think straight.

And Mr. Wit keeps asking: "What is this? What does this all mean?" And I keep telling him, "It doesn't mean anything we don't want it to." As much as I would love to be monogamous with him, I know that right now he's afraid of being tied down and I'm not about to be the one to do that. I wouldn't do that to him. He's afraid of being limited and that's the last thing I want to do to him. And since last Saturday, we only had a week together before school breaks and I'm going back home exactly 1,365.6 miles away so I'm not too worried about trying to start anything right now. When I get back... well, that's another story.

Now, I'm not saying a kiss is just a kiss. I would love to, and am, falling head over heels for Mr. Wit. Dangerous territory... I know... especially when neither of us know where this is going to go. Mr. Wit's constantly harping on how he's not a good guy but his actions speak differently. It's the little things: kisses on the forehead, a glass of water next to me when I wake up in the morning, the silliness the two of us get up to, and the way he looks at me with such adoration and care. One morning he once said to me: "If only you could see what I see." What he doesn't know is that I feel the exact same way about him.

"How are you so comfortable with me? And with us?" Mr. Wit asked me.

I shrugged and replied to him, "I have no idea."

"It's funny how chemistry works like that, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

Just the other night, we were spending time together. He was writing a paper so I curled up on the couch in a large, cozy blanket. While dinner was in the oven, we went to our prospective places in the living room to do our own work. I thought maybe it'd be awkward and I'd feel like I needed to fill every silence with words but there was no need to at all. I read and he worked on his paper and when he needed a break... well, I was happy to lend a hand. We're getting very comfortable with each other.

"Are we getting too close?" Mr. Wit asked me that night, as we lay wrappe up in each other. Seriously...?

"I don't know," I responded, hesitantly. "All I know is that we're getting pretty damn comfortable."

And on that note, I'll share with you a song that Mr. Wit shared with me.

"These Arms of Mine" - Otis Redding

Yours,

-- J