I'm calling being the yellow one. We tried to behave, seriously. Ok, he tried for a little while. Apparently, I am a temptress and caused the poor, sweet, shy guy to go a little outside his norm.
I like being evil that way.
Nine days after massive surgery, he came out to see me. My insides went all jello-y. I knew I was in trouble. I teased we said we were gonna be good.
He stopped.
I attacked.
We decided it's official.
I have a boyfriend that's just oh so sweet. He's got a girlfriend, that's...well...me.
He has no idea what he's just signed on for. (muwahaha)
I can't stop smiling. I can't stop spontaneously giggling. I am enjoying each recent memory of being next to each other. I am going to thoroughly enjoy getting to know this amazing guy.
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