Well, yesterday, he did it. He asked me to live with him.
This after he adamantly said months back, "I'm not going to marry you. Maybe in 5 years we can live together." So when he posed the query last night about living together; I, true to my difficult nature, shot back snide questions such as, "What year?" and after further discussion, "Did you hit your head?" and as he asked me for the second time if I'd like to be cohabitants, "Is it my birthday?" as I smothered him in kisses.
And now, I look at him and wonder if I can live with him. Isn't that funny? The cold feet of getting what you want.
Eh, he's sweet and loves me and goes out of his way to shower me with affection to show his love. If I'm uncomfortable or need support or am in a state of unrest, he is aware of my discomfort. He nurtures me. He laughs at my silliness. He appreciates what I do for him. He's a great man. And, he's one hot piece of ass.
Living with him is going to be fun.