Page 105 of A Me and Him Thing
My imagination never compared with the real thing. His body against mine, his divine cologne, his whispered “I love you” in my ear, all combine to be the best moment of my life.
I know it’s only going to get better.
“I loved holding you in my arms when you were recovering from your accident, but that doesn’t compare to this. Not at all.”
I love the way he whispers in my ear as we’re dancing.
“No, it doesn’t.” With our cheeks pressed together, it’s easy to carry on our conversation without breaking contact.
“Thank you for waiting for me, Bree. Even this past month, since Allison has been gone, you’ve been there for me. Never pressuring me to move on. Never demanding anything from me. Just waiting for me to be ready. It means so much to me. More than you know.”
“I would’ve waited years for you, Ren. Years. And it would’ve been worth the wait.”
“Years? Are you serious?” He sounds shocked.
“Yes. We had no idea how long Allison would live. Once I realized that you were the best man I’d ever met, I knew I was willing to wait for you, to wait for our turn.”
He pulls away a little until we’re face-to-face, only inches apart. “It’s our turn.”
My insides are just as sparkly as my dress, as though beams of light are bouncing around inside my body. I’ve never once in my life felt so enamored with a man. He’s everything I want and more.
Ren moves in a little closer. I know he’s going to kiss me for the first time. My entire body tingles with anticipation.
“I love you, Bree,” he whispers before he presses his lips to mine.
It’s the sweetest, softest first kiss. Not tentative or hesitant. Just tender beyond words.
Every beginning with Ren starts slow and gentle. Then he keeps on showing up, making himself a fixture in my life.
This kiss is about to show up. I feel it coming as he deepens his passion, taking us to new depths. I feel him lose his iron control as he lets himself go, allowing himself to give everything to me.
We’ve waited a long time for this kiss. The postponement of our love is now manifest in the way he kisses me with wild abandon, the way his arms tighten around me, in the way he’s holding me so close to him.
We went from zero to one hundred in the course of five minutes. It feels good to unleash my feelings for him physically, to show him how much I love him instead of just telling him.
This is a brand-new side of him I’m completely unfamiliar with. His passionate nature takes me by surprise. This isn’t the sweet father of two children. This isn’t the loving son of two amazing parents. This isn’t the devoted husband of a dying wife.
This is a man, a passionate man. A man who feels things deeply.
My Ren. The Ren who loves Bree. This is what we get to share. Just us. No one else can interfere. This is ours and ours alone. The secrets of our relationship that only he and I will know. Thereason we will sometimes share a secret smile. Because we know what we have done together, the ways we have loved.
This. This merging of our bodies and spirits. Becoming one is so much more than physical. It’s spiritual. Two people sharing their souls with each other.
I get it now. I finally get it. I understand the unbreakable bond between two people who have shared their love with one another.
Except this is just a kiss. There’s so much more to come.
The bond between us will only grow stronger as our level of intimacy increases.
As the kiss comes to an end, Ren touches his forehead to mine. We’re both a little breathless. I don’t know about him, but I’m in awe of our connection.
“I think that answered any and all questions we might have about where our relationship is headed.” Ren kisses me lightly again.
“I have no doubts whatsoever.” It’s true, I don’t. Not one. Every love song I hear makes sense now. I finally understand what they’re singing about. Every failed relationship I’ve had comes down to one thing. We weren’t really in love.
“Our dinner is ready. Although I’d rather do this all night, I guess we should eat before my chef’s ego is mortally wounded.”
“Okay.”
