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Diary Of A Romance Addict #13

Waking up mornings wrapped in Stormy's arms was exhilarating; the sex we would have first thing euphoric. As much as I enjoyed seeing his face the minute I woke up, I still didn't think I was ready to live with him. We had our first real fight the night Stormy asked if he could move some of his things into the beach house.

We were in bed after having a round of great sex when he brought it up. I knew this was coming but I didn't expect it the first week he started sleeping over. I wasn't prepared for his reaction when I told him no. He was visibly upset.

     "I don't get it! I thought you wanted to be with me."
     "I do want to be with you."
     "We're with each other all of the time anyway. Why can't we live together?"
     "I just don't think it's the right time is all." Underneath it all, I knew living together was   one step short of being married.  I wasn't ready for either one.
     "Don't you love me anymore?" he asked not backing down.
     "Of course, I still love you," I said my eyes tearing up.
     "Then what is it?" Before I had time to answer, he started to carry on. "I know why you don't want to be with me. You're just keeping me around for sex. Oh yeah, I'm fine to fuck, just not good enough to live with or be your husband. Is that it?"
     "What?" I stammered as my jaw dropped. Are you out of your mind? That's just crazy."
     "I don't understand you, Dahl. I love you with all my heart."
     "Look Stormy," I said, "I'm just not ready for something like that. Don't you get it? If you can't wait then maybe we should split up."
I finally got his attention with that statement. He changed suddenly from being mad to looking scared.
     "Oh no, Dahl! Don't say that. I can't live without you. Please, no!"
     "I need you to be a little patient is all."
    "I don't know why I got this upset. Yes, I will try to be patient with you, Dahl. After all, I am in this for the long haul."
    "Thank you, Baby."
    "My lips are lonesome," he said reaching for me. "Kiss me Dahl."
And so we kissed and made passionate love.
Written by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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