Risk / Reward

I was thinking about kissing you today.

How your lips will feel against mine, whether it's a soft, loving touch… or the forceful press of lust unrestrained…

What you'll taste like.

How firm your tongue is.

You know, I considered making “kissing you” one of my New Year's resolutions. Lord knows I think about it all the time. And I think you know as I do that if I do… If it happens this year… I will be so happy. So incredibly happy. No. We will be happy. Because I know now that we both want it…

But I thought… I don't want you to feel like we have to, or feel like I'll be disappointed if we don't. I don't want to make you go where you aren't ready to go.

Then I realized… you're an adult, fully capable of making decisions. I can't make you decide that you're ready to take that step, any more than you can make me do so… It'll take both of us deciding, whether independently or together, that our morals are just squishy enough………

Still, though. I'm happy with my list as it is. Kissing you? We'll call that a stretch goal. Along with turning one of those hugs with the socially acceptable gap between our junk (…not that I've been thinking about your junk, ⭐️…) into a full body embrace, our bodies pressed so close together that you know exactly how happy it makes me…

And… I mean… we've exercised so much restraint… don't you think that we deserve at least that? A hug that's… more than a hug? A tiny little reward for keeping ourselves apart so very carefully for so very long?

Well. The year is young, my love. We're not even a full day into it yet. And the two of us, we have so much road out ahead of us. So many memories to make, one way or the other. And I have absolute faith that we'll get there, my beautiful, sweet love. We'll get there.

One way or the other.

I love you, ⭐️.