So I got him to say he wants me. We made out. And would've had sex, but the clothes were on. I felt IT. The erection. Yes, he does want me.
'Mayb tonight?'
'Not tonight, we still have time.'
'No, we don't.'
He starts treatment, and it will prohibit him from having sex.
I don't yet know how to feel about it, just know that I pushed it far enough and there is no more space to push through. I am to stop, and cease all attempts to change his mind. I have to decide whether to ask Solomon to push him, or not. I DO want to ask, but I'm afraid it's not gonna go over well.
Hey, if there were FEELINGS on his part, I probly would've insisted on, say, light make out sessions. But as far as I understand, only lust guides him when it comes to me.
Hello, dear blessing and nightmare.
Oh, and if I see him start the treatment, and as much as touch alcohol or smokes, I'll make him see sky in stars.
Timing's a bitch.