I needed to slap some sense into myself because I was waiting for the inevitable yawn and overhead stretch before the infamous words of, “Thanks for a fun night, but I gotta go.”
I braced for it, but it never came.
The Unicorn did, however…numerous times.
How could the sex be getting better?
This was impossible.
We spent the entire day hanging out, watching TV, and having mind-blowing sex.
Repeat.
Just when I thought he couldn’t outdo himself, he went and did…that.
It was a first.
It’s not a myth, ladies.
I made a mess.
Curious?
It starts with an S and ends with a quirt.
He was so not sorry that he was the cause of such a mess.
He carried me into the bedroom, and I remember feeling utterly safe in his arms. And that, to me, is the most important factor in any partnership.
Feeling safe and loved.
The Unicorn stayed that night too.
We spoke about everything and anything. Again, I was shocked at how natural things felt.
Even when he didn’t stay on his side of the bed, and I ended up on the edge, I loved feeling him close by.
I didn’t realize I had missed sleeping beside someone, and then I appreciated that even when I had, that person may as well have been sleeping in the next room.
The Unicorn was the perfect sleeping partner.
He didn’t snore.
He slipped his arm under my pillow and cradled me into his chest. But when he turned, he ensured I turned with him as it was my turn to be the big spoon.
Slipping my arm under his, I ran my fingers over his chest.
Or along his upper shoulder and neck.
He would sigh and cuddle closer to me.
It warmed my heart.
He told me he had walls up, but asleep, his guard lowered, and who I saw was someone I wanted in my bed every night.
There was such a gentle streak to him, but in no way did I mistake that as weakness. Perhaps like a wounded animal who fought his entire life to survive. And when he was shown kindness, he didn’t know how to respond as he wasn’t accustomed to someone being nice to him without wanting something in return.
I didn’t want anything in return.