Resting in her arms, up against her left breast, I knew that my life had changed forever. It all felt so natural. Like the way things were destined to be. The thought of ever kissing another woman no longer seemed like something I wanted. Looking into her eyes, I wondered what would lay in our future.
“I love you.”
I just blurted it out. It wasn’t something that I expected to say. I could feel my body tense up as I waited for her response. Was it too much, too soon?
She got on top straddling me, our sweaty bodies becoming one. She held my hands tightly. Her lips parted.
“I love you too.”
Nobody had said anything like that to me before. I was stunned and did nothing, except to return her gaze.
Then she leaned down and we kissed passionately again.
That was eight years ago now. We are married now and have a three-year-old. Leslie moved in with me a few months after that and then four years ago we bought our first house. It hasn’t been easy, there are constant challenges but when I look into those eyes I still feel that passion and immense love peering into my soul.
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