talking

I love talking to this man.

for hours we sat and talked and drank - about all the things.  Private.  

And then he bit me.  

we stopped talking for a while. 

I have no idea what was on the television.

Just enough....not tooo much.  Boundaries. 

Then we went upstairs............

and

I fell asleep in his bed.  Perfectly innocent.  It was late, all that drinking and talking. 

just crawled up into his bed and curled up under his arm and....crashed out.  

That was the intention.  

He is intentional.

The brakes in my head are smoking hot............I'm going in, with eyes wide open and allllll my baggage is saying "too good"  "be careful"  

yeah, screw that noise.  I'm about to throw in.

Do you know what it's like to close your eyes in a mans bed and fall asleep with the full certainty that you are safe to do so?  

He is methodical.

If this turns sour for either of us......it's not impossible to stop it.  I can be the "open book" that i am but my chapters are never the same. There may be some surprises.  Yes, i'm transparent, that doesn't mean i'm clueless.

My transparency has been abused in the past, it's been taken advantage of with no regard for my well being or happiness.

So..........what will it be like to be with a man who values it?