As it had been for me. Maybe my lack of experience had thrown him off and driven him away.
I try to go over every single detail of our lovemaking and decide it had been perfect for me. There's not a single thing I'd changed about it, from him eating me out at the upper deck parking to giving him my virginity.
And he'd seemed to enjoy it too. I could still blush remembering the things he'd said to me while we were having sex. If that wasn't an indication that he had enjoyed the sex, then what was?
Each day I become moodier and I can't seem to come out of this funk. I am scared at what I feel for James. I tell myself that I should stop thinking about him, move on, go out, live my life as normal but I can't. Because in week normalcy for me has been concentrated around him.
