Weâve been friends for almost 3 years now. There have been a lot of late night talks, hours of advice giving, and even some plain old fun. Remember when we first met? I was still married and very miserable. You stood by me every step of the way when I got divorced. You are the one I always ran to crying. Even when I thought I shouldnât, you let it be known that with you was where I belonged.
I remember sitting on the couch curled up with my head on your shoulder as you ran your hand through my hair and gave me words of comfort. I always had a strong attraction to you, and found it hard to hold back my feelings at times. I never wanted to make things weird between us, taking the risk I could lose you as a friend. After all, who else could I be âfunkyâ and âgroovyâ with? Those were our two favorite sayings to each other. It was our code words to each other to let the other know everything was good in our lives.
The first time you ever kissed me took me by surprise. I knew that it was probably just a comfort kiss, but still, you have no idea how much those first kisses made me want you more. It just seemed our timing was never right. Being the patient person that I am, I wasnât worried that we would never get together. I didnât realize that it would take 2 years after my divorce before it finally paid off.
I came home from work and found a sticky note on the computer screen from my son. All it read was âJim calledâ I sat down at my desk and called you. You had been away on holiday and just returned home. I listened to the fun stories, and then you emailed a couple of your pictures showing just how much fun you had while in Canada. I expressed my concerns that there would be âlittle Jimâsâ running around all over Canada next year, and you just laughed and said that you didnât have THAT good of a time there.
You asked how things were going, and what kind of plans I had for the weekend. I filled you in with what had been going on here while you were gone, and included that I had no plans for the weekend. Thatâs when you hit me with the plan to head to the lake for the weekend.
The next morning you picked me up. We talked the whole 5 hours up there. We pulled up to a cute little log cabin that overlooked the lake. You carried both bags in and disappeared into one of bedrooms. When you came out, I noticed you had left both suitcases in the room.
My heart racing now, I quietly walked through the place looking around, stopping in front of the big window that faced the water. I was watching the sun sparkle off the waves as they hit the beach. Since fall was almost over most of the other cabin on the lake were already vacant for the year.
I didnât hear you walk up behind me, and I jumped when I felt your arms wrap around me. I turn my head and look up at you. You kiss my temple telling me to relax and enjoy the weekend. Relax? How can I relax when I am so confused by this whole situation I thought to myself.
We stand there together just looking at the beautiful scenery not saying a word. My body pressed against yours. My head resting nicely under your chin. I finally let myself relax, and feel secure in your arms as I always have in the past. I turn to face you, and notice that you had been looking down at me, probably the whole time.
Thatâs when you leaned down and kiss me. Not like the friendly little kisses I have gotten from you in the past. This one was full of energy. I swear I almost felt lightheaded from it. Your tongue entering my mouth and mingling with mine. Your mouth moves from mine and starts to travel down my neck.
As youâre doing this, I tilt my head back more, exposing my throat so you are able to move there. Our eyes meet, and I can tell you have more in mind. I close my eyes and take all this in. By now, my head is spinning. Two years I have waited for this. Two years I have wished for you to think of me as more than just a friend.
You stop and look down at me, and I am still so deeply in thought, I donât notice right away. When I open my eyes, I see you looking down at me with this cute little grin. I straighten up, and step back. You ask me if I was taken off guard by all of this. âYes Jim, I amâ I answer. With that, you take my hand and lead me to the area rug that was in font of the stone fireplace.
I sit down and watch you get the fire going. Then, without another word, you walk past me and disappear. When you return, you have a red and white blanket in one hand and a bottle of wine and two glasses in the other. Handing me a glass you pour us some wine, and take a seat next to me on the floor.