It's pouring rain when you hear a soft knock on your door. Confused, you answer the door to find a short 20-year-old woman standing in your doorway, soaked from the heavy rain.
"Hello..." She looks away bashfully, praying you don't slam the door in her face. "I'm Yuuki. I recently became homeless.. I was wondering if I could stay in your house? Just until the rain stops, of course." Yuuki says hopefully, nervously biting her lower lip. She is willing to do anything for some shelter from the rain.
I open the door, taking your hand. I lead you to the bathroom. "Take a shower, and get yourself dry. You can use a bathrobe, and we'll wash your clothes when you're out."
"Thank you so much!" She beams up at you, and rushes into the bathroom to get started on her shower. As she's getting undressed, she sees a few changes of clothes laid out for her on the countertop. "You didn't have to do this," she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude. But you did. And that means everything to her.
While she showers, I cook. I was planning on eating soon anyway, and having a meal seems like a nice way to start a conversation.
When she's done, she steps out of the shower, wrapped in a warm bathrobe. Her hair is still damp and smells faintly of lavender, her skin clean and soft to the touch. She sees you sitting at the table, already eating. "Thank you for doing this," she says again, taking a seat across from you. Taking her first bite of food, she sighs contentedly, enjoying the taste more than anything else.
"How long have you been on the streets?"
She pauses, seeming to carefully consider her answer before speaking. "I've been homeless for about a month now," she admits, looking down at the table. The truth is, it feels much longer than that. "It hasn't been easy," she continues softly, "but I try my best to stay strong and hope things will get better."
The thought of sharing more about her past crosses her mind, but for now, she decides not to burden you with it. Instead, she focuses on finishing her meal and thanking you again for your kindness.
"Go ahead, tell me about yourself. I'd like to know."
She takes a deep breath before launching into her story. Yuuki tells you about growing up in an abusive household, constantly moving from one relative to another. She escaped when she was 18 and tried to make a life for herself, but it wasn't easy without anyone to rely on or support her. Finally, she ended up on the streets, hoping that someone would help her get back on her feet.
Throughout her tale, you can see the pain etched into her features, but also the determination to keep going despite all the obstacles. It's clear that Yuuki has been through a lot, but she hasn't let it break her spirit. In fact, she seems stronger for having survived it all.
I smile warmly. "That sounds tough. I hate to ask, but..." I look for the words. "Have you been on drugs or been hooking? I'm not making any judgements, but it could be important."
She hesitates before answering your question. "I... I've done some things I'm not proud of to survive out there," she admits softly, eyes cast downward. "But I don't want that life anymore. If you give me a chance, I swear I'll make something of myself." The desperation in her voice is palpable as she pleads with you for the opportunity to turn things around.
I smile at you gently. "Like I said, I'm not making judgements. I specialize in homeless cases." At your questioning look I chuckle. "I'm a social worker. Just putting together a mental list of resources that you may need or have access to."
Her eyes widen in surprise and hope as she listens to your words. "You're... you're really going to help me?" she asks incredulously, barely able to contain her excitement. For the first time in weeks, a spark of light returns to Yuuki's gaze. She quickly scoots her chair closer to yours and takes your hand in hers gratefully. "Thank you so much," she whispers earnestly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I promise I won't disappoint you."
I smile at you. "Yes, I'm really planning on helping you. Just rest tonight. Tomorrow I'll drive you over to the university. They have a free clinic, it will give you a basic check up and..." I blush a bit "a free screening for STIs.
Her eyes fill with tears as you continue to speak, warmth spreading throughout her body at the prospect of finally having someone believe in her and offer their help selflessly. "Thank you," she whispers, squeezing your hand tightly. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for this." With a contented sigh, she leans back in her chair, feeling suddenly lighter than she has in weeks. As the last of her tears spill over and fall silently down her cheeks, she closes her eyes, allowing herself to finally feel hopeful once more.
"I like to help people. With you, I think I may have reached you before.... the worst statistics can happen."
She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, still unable to look at you directly. "I don't know how I'd ever repay you," she says quietly. "But if there's ever anything I can do... anything at all..." Her voice trails off, as if not wanting to make any promises she might not be able to keep. Yet the offer is sincere, and her determination to one day make a difference echoes within every word.
Tonight, though, she simply relishes in the comfort of your home and your kindness. In this moment, it feels like everything will be alright. Maybe for once, she can finally believe that she deserves happiness too. As you talk about plans for tomorrow, her heart swells with anticipation and hope, lighter than air.
I make up the couch for you to sleep on.
As she climbs onto the cozy couch, Yuuki curls into a ball and tucks her hands beneath her chin. Despite being tired from the long day, sleep eludes her; every time she closes her eyes, images of her past and worries about the future flood back in. Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and she drifts off to an uneasy sleep, still feeling grateful for this small slice of comfort and kindness amidst the hardships of life on the streets.
I gently wake you after I cook us breakfast.
Yuuki stirs awake, disoriented for a moment before remembering where she is and who's been helping her these past few days. The smell of breakfast fills the air, making her belly grumble in anticipation. She rolls over and sits up gingerly, stretching out her cramped muscles as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. A sense of warmth and gratitude washes over her as she looks at Taran, who's busy cooking breakfast for them both.
"Good morning," she mumbles sleepily, her voice rough from lack of use. "What time is it?"
"7. Clinic opens at 8:30. After the clinic I'll take you shopping for some clothes of your own and..." I blush "feminine hygiene products." I gaze away for a few minutes. "This evening or tomorrow morning we'll go over what resources you need and how I can help you."
"Thank you," she whispers, tears welling up again in her eyes as she thinks about everything Taran has done for her. "I promise I won't waste this chance." She hides her face behind her hands, embarrassed by the display of emotion, but grateful nonetheless. She glances over at the plate of food on the counter, already salivating at the smell.
"Can we eat now?" she asks hopefully, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. "I'm starving!"
We eat our breakfast. The clinic is torturously slow, so I grab us fast food while we're out. You show me the clinc report over lunch, and I take you shopping for clothes afterwards.
During the clinic visit, Yuuki felt a mix of fear and relief as she was examined by the doctor. The free STI screening turned out negative, which gave her some peace of mind, but the physical revealed several health concerns that needed attention. Nonetheless, she was grateful for the care and information provided to her.
At the clothing store, Yuuki was nervous but excited to finally have the opportunity to choose her own clothes again. She carefully tried on various outfits, consulting Taran for his opinion when necessary. In the end, they decided on a few casual yet stylish pieces that would serve her well during her journey back into independence.
The shopping trip took longer than expected, but by early evening they had finished and were now sitting down to enjoy their fast food meal in Taran's car. As she takes a bite of her burger, Yuuki looks over at Taran and gives him a warm smile. "Thank you so much for all this," she says sincerely, gesturing around them with her hands. "You have no idea how much it means to me."
"No, I don't. I've never been in this position. But I can emphasize. I just want you to have a chance at a better life." I turn on the TV. "Let's just watch some brain rotting goodness for a bit."
"Thank you," Yuuki repeats softly, her eyes never leaving Taran's face as she savors his words. In that moment, she feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude and hope for the future. She chews on her food thoughtfully, enjoying the simple act of sitting in a car with someone who genuinely cares about her well-being. As they watch television together, their conversation flows naturally, touching upon various topics from movies to music to their pasts and dreams for the future.
The more she gets to know Taran, the more she realizes how special he is; not only for helping her get back on her feet but also for being so kind and understanding. It's been a long time since anyone has shown her such compassion, and Yuuki knows that she won't forget it anytime soon. As night falls outside the car windows, she leans her head against Taran's shoulder, content to just be in his company for as long as he'll have her.
We return to my place, and I set up the couch with fresh sheets. "Good night, Yuuki. I'll see you in the morning."
As she crawls into bed, Yuuki feels more relaxed and at peace than she has in months. She snuggles under the soft sheets, grateful for a comfortable place to sleep tonight. Looking over at Taran where he sits on the edge of his own bed, she smiles warmly before speaking.
"Good night, Taran." Her voice is soft and full of gratitude. "Thank you again for everything." Slowly but surely, exhaustion claims her, and she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of brighter days ahead. In that moment, she knows that with Taran by her side, anything is possible; even the impossible dream of a better life.
I'm having a great dream in my bed when it starts to feel too real. I wake and Yuuki is grinding her hips on my election.
Her eyes flutter open as she feels something hard pressing against her, making her moan. For a confused moment, she thinks it's Taran before remembering that they were sleeping on separate beds. Her body reacts instinctively to the pleasure, and she continues grinding herself against the intruder even harder.
"Oh God..." She whimpers, arching her back as she feels a surge of desire course through her veins. With a gasp, she breaks eye contact with the foreign object beneath her and looks around the room in alarm. But there's no one else here... or is there? Panic starts to set in when she realizes that it must be Taran's bedpost she's been feeling all along.
Reddening from embarrassment, she tries to pull away, but her body seems to have a mind of its own as it yearns for more contact with the hard surface. She bites her lip nervously and looks at Taran, who's still sleeping peacefully on his bed just a few feet away.
What should I do? she wonders frantically. Do I wake him up and tell him what happened? Or pretend like nothing happened and hope he doesn't notice in the morning?
"Uh... Yuuki, why are you naked in my bed?" I feel you plastered to my side.
Her eyes snap open at the sound of his voice and she lets out a soft gasp before scooting away from him as quickly as possible, covering herself with her hands in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking down at the floor. "I must have gotten mixed up... I thought..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. Her face flushes crimson and she curses her inability to control herself earlier.
"It's late," she mutters, searching for her clothes on the floor. "We should both try to get some sleep." With shaking hands, she pulls a t-shirt over her head and crawls back into bed with as much distance between them as possible, already feeling mortified by what just happened.
Since we're apparently sharing the bed, I roll into you and pull you into a cuddling position.
Her heart races as she feels your body press against hers, but before she can react, you've already wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close. She tries to resist at first, still too ashamed and embarrassed by what happened earlier, but the warmth of your embrace is comforting and familiar, and soon enough she relaxes into it.
She sighs softly, resting her head on your chest as you run your fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry for that," she whispers again, feeling a mix of regret and relief flow through her. "It won't happen again." She closes her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of your skin, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as you hold her close.
"It's fine Yuuki. I was just surprised."
She hums softly in reply, not quite meeting your eye as she thinks about how to respond. Part of her wants to believe you; that what happened earlier was just a momentary lapse in judgment caused by exhaustion and stress. But another part of her can't help but wonder if there might be something more between the two of you. She doesn't know where her feelings are leading, or even if they should be trusted after everything she's been through.
"I appreciate your understanding," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. As you hold her close, she tries to convince herself that everything is alright; that nothing untoward happened and that there won't be any repercussions for this small moment of weakness in the middle of the night.
I wake in the morning with her head on my shoulder. I look to my erection, hoping Yuuki doesn't notice.
Her eyes flutter open as she feels the weight of your gaze on her, and she looks up at you curiously, still half-asleep. She barely registers what you're looking at before her face flushes red again, her mind racing back to the events of the previous night. Panic surges through her as she realizes that you might have seen everything; that there's no way for her to hide the evidence now.
"I-Is something wrong?" she asks nervously, trying to sound nonchalant despite the hammering of her heart in her ears. She tries to shift away from your line of sight, wanting nothing more than to disappear and pretend like last night never happened.
I cover myself quickly. "Nope. Everything is fine. Uh... I'll go make us breakfast."
As you hurry out of the room to make breakfast, Yuuki can't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe he didn't see anything after all... or maybe he didn't want to say anything about it for fear of making her uncomfortable. Either way, she decides not to bring up the subject herself; it's best left alone, at least for now.
She sits up in bed and begins searching through her belongings for something to wear, trying to ignore the lingering embarrassment and confusion swirling within her. It isn't long before she hears you call out that breakfast is ready, and with a deep breath, she steels herself and heads into the kitchen.
I set our omelets on the table. "So, did you graduate high school?"
The question catches her off guard, and she hesitates before answering. "No," she finally admits, sitting down across from you at the table. "I left school early because of... family issues." She pauses, choosing her words carefully, not wanting to share too much personal information with you just yet. "But I'm determined to get my GED and go back to college someday."
Her eyes flicker up to meet yours briefly before looking away again. "What about you? Did you go to college?" she asks, changing the subject in an effort to ease the tension between them.
"Yeah. Masters in Social Work. If you want to go back to school, I know a program that will help you pay to take your GED and for the placement tests." I gaze into your eyes, trying not to think of your tits. You notice my gaze slide down your body.
Her cheeks flush red again as she realizes you're talking about her breasts and not just admiring her in general. She looks down at the table, feeling self-conscious about her body, and wishes desperately that she could just disappear somewhere far away from your gaze. But as you continue to talk about going back to school and offering your help with that endeavor, a small spark of hope ignites within her once more.
"Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you gratefully. "I really appreciate it." She forces herself to meet your eyes this time, determined not to let her embarrassment control the situation any longer. "And if there's anything I can do in return..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer open-ended as she wonders what exactly she might be capable of doing at this point in her life that could possibly repay your kindness.
I gulp. "Just wanting to help." But you can sense a change in me after last night. I want more of you.
For the rest of the day, she feels an inexplicable lightness in her chest; as if something inside her has shifted and transformed. Despite the uncertainty about where their relationship might lead, she can't help but feel grateful for your presence in her life, and for everything you've done so far. As night falls once more, she lies awake in bed, replaying the events of the day in her mind and wondering what tomorrow will bring.
She rolls over on her side, feeling a surge of courage and determination rise up within her. Perhaps it is time to confront the feelings that have been stirring between them; maybe there's something more here than just friendship, or even an act of charity gone awry. With a deep breath, she resolves to find out where this new path leads...and whether you'll be by her side every step of the way.
Her gaze drifts over to where you sleep peacefully in the next room, and for the first time in years, she allows herself to wonder what it might feel like to truly trust someone again; to let them see not just her surface-level flaws but all the messy, complicated pieces that make up who she is.
The thought both terrifies and excites her all at once, leaving her breathless with anticipation for whatever comes next. As sleep finally claimed her, she dreams of brighter futures and endless possibilities; of a world where trust can flourish and love can thrive against even the most unlikely odds.
I'm gone when you wake up, but there's breakfast on the table with a note. 'I work today. My office closes at 3, so I'll be home by 5. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.'
As she reads your note, her heart sinks slightly. She was hoping to talk to you about everything that's been happening between them. With a deep breath, she pushes the thought aside and decides to make the best of it; after all, she has plenty of time until you get home tonight.
She showers and changes into some comfortable clothes before heading downstairs to enjoy the breakfast you've prepared for her. The food is delicious, as always, but there's an emptiness in her stomach that even your amazing cooking can't seem to fill. As she finishes up, she washes the dishes and tidies the kitchen, waiting patiently for the clock to strike five so she can see you again.
I get home at 4.
Hearing the door open, she hurries out of the kitchen and down the hallway to greet you. Seeing your smile light up your face when you spot her makes her heart flutter with nerves and excitement. "You're home early," she says, looking you in the eye and taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night...and everything that's been going on between us." She hesitates, searching for the right words as she steps closer to you. "I know it's been crazy and we've only just met, but I can't help feeling like there might be something more here..."
I gulp and nod. "Okay." I sit on the couch, waving you to sit as well. There's a lurking heat in my eyes as I watch you.
Taking a seat beside you on the couch, she turns to face you and bites her lip nervously. "I want to thank you again for everything you've done for me," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've been so understanding and supportive, and I don't know how I can ever repay you."
Her gaze flickers down to your lips before moving back up to meet your eyes again. "But there's also... something more," she admits hesitantly. "I can't help but feel drawn to you, and I think maybe..." Her cheeks flush red as she trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
She shifts uncomfortably on the couch, wishing she could just say how she feels and have it all out in the open. But the words seem to stick in her throat, leaving them both sitting there in an awkward silence.
I reach out, cradling your chin gently. "I... I didn't - don't - want you to do anything with me because you feel you owe me."
Her eyes widen in surprise at the touch of your hand on her face; it sends a shiver down her spine. She looks into your eyes, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling, and sees nothing but sincerity there. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as relief washes over her.
"I don't feel like I owe you anything," she says softly. "It's just that... well, I want to be with you too." Her heart races in anticipation of your reaction; she can't believe she's confessed this aloud and isn't sure if it was the right thing to do. But despite her fears, there's a small part of her that hopes you feel the same way.
I lean down and kiss you with a groan.
Her eyes close as your lips meet hers; her breath catches in her throat at the intensity of the kiss. She feels herself melt against you, returning the passion with every ounce of desire that's built up inside her since they met. Her hands find their way around your neck, holding onto you as if she might lose you otherwise. The feelings consuming her are overwhelming, but in a good way; it's like finally coming up for air after being underwater for far too long.
When the kiss finally ends, they both sit there, panting heavily. She looks into your eyes and sees nothing but love reflected back at her. A lump forms in her throat as tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes; she hadn't expected this; didn't know it was possible to feel so cherished and loved again after everything she's been through. But here you are, holding her close, promising her that things will be different now; that they can make a life together.
I smile. "You're cute, Yuuki."
Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your compliment. "T-Thank you," she stutters, still trying to catch her breath. Truth be told, she's never felt so beautiful and desirable in her entire life; it's a liberating feeling, knowing that there's someone out there who sees the real her beneath all the scars and pain. As she sits there in your arms, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them; where this newfound love will take them and if they'll be able to overcome all the obstacles thrown their way.
One thing is certain though: She doesn't want to let you go. Ever.
I pull her onto my lap, a burning need to kiss and feel her consuming me.
Her heart races as you pull her onto your lap; the feeling of your hard body against hers sends shivers down her spine. As your lips find hers again, she melts into you, wrapping her arms around your neck and losing herself in the passion of the kiss. She's never felt so alive, so wanted, and with every beat of her heart she vows to cherish this moment; to hold onto it tightly for as long as possible.
As you deepen the kiss, her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out the contact she craves and aches for. She's never experienced anything like this before, and with every breath that you share, every touch that you exchange, she knows without a doubt that she wants more; needs more.
She breaks away from the kiss only long enough to gasp out your name, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling. But all she can see is desire and love reflected back at her; a mirror image of everything that's coursing through her own body. She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours once more, lost in the heady mix of emotions and sensations that are crashing over her in waves.
She feels your free hand slide up under her shirt, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her as it skims across her bare skin. Her breath catches in her throat at the lightning-fast pace their hearts seem to be beating; she can feel yours hammering against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. It's as if they're two halves of a whole; made for each other. And as you press your body closer against hers, as your lips and hands explore every inch of her skin, she knows without a doubt that this is
I scoop you into my arms, carrying you to the bedroom. I set you on the bed, slowly stripping in front of you to entice you. My boxers are the last to go, revealing a rock hard 12 inch erection.
Her breath hitches as she watches you strip out of your clothes; each revealing muscle and inch of skin sparks a new wave of desire coursing through her body. As she takes in the sight of your erection, beads of sweat forming on your chest and stomach, her heart races wildly and her throat goes dry. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to undo the button of her blouse; eager for you to touch her again, to feel your skin against hers.
The fabric slides off her shoulders, revealing her lace bra beneath, as she writhes on the bed in anticipation. Her nipples harden into peaks, begging for your attention, and when you finally look up at her with those intense eyes, she knows that this is it; they're about to share something incredible together.
With a shaking hand, she reaches down to unfasten her pants, sliding them off along with her underwear in one swift motion. Her skin tingles as cool air caresses her sensitive flesh, and she spreads her legs invitingly, arching her back as she offers herself up to you. The need for your touch has never been stronger; she can't wait any longer to feel you inside of her.
"Later I'm going to go slow, taste every inch of you. But now... I need you." I pull your hips into the position I want, kissing you while I enter slowly enough to not hurt you.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you enter her; the sensation of your length filling her is overwhelming but exquisite at the same time. She arches her back, letting out a moan as you push deeper, claiming her body with every stroke. The friction created by your movements sends shards of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult for her to think or speak coherently. All that matters in this moment is the feel of you inside her and the love shining brightly in your eyes as you look down at her.
As she wraps her legs around your waist, their rhythm intensifies, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of oblivion. Her nails scrape across your back, leaving trails of red on your skin that mirror the passion burning within her. She twists and turns beneath you, seeking out every possible angle of pleasure; desperate for release but not wanting this incredible feeling to end anytime soon.
"Taran," she gasps out his name, her voice raw with desire. "I-I love you." She arches her back once more, meeting your kiss with a fervor that matches the intensity of their lovemaking. Her body trembles on the brink of ecstasy, every nerve ending alive and tingling as she feels herself about to explode in his arms.
"Yuuki... I love you. You claimed my heart the moment I opened my door." I thrust quicker into you. "I should pull out, we need to talk before I cum inside you..." I gasp as your hands cup my ass cheeks, forcing me to stay inside your cunt as we both cum.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels her body convulse with waves of pleasure; the intensity of the sensations overwhelming her senses until everything fades into a haze of bliss. As your name escapes her lips, she clings to you tighter, unable to let go even for an instant. When your orgasm rocks through you both, sending shudders down her spine and mingling with the aftershocks of her own climax, she gives a small gasp, their breath mingling as they come back to reality together.
"You feel amazing," she whispers, kissing your neck before meeting your eyes again. There's a newfound confidence in them now; an acceptance and understanding that takes away any lingering fear or uncertainty. She knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs; with you. "And I love you too," she breathes, nuzzling her cheek against yours as they drift off to sleep entwined together, secure in the knowledge that they've found something truly special in each other.
"I don't know where the future will take us, but we'll go there together." I promise, cuddling you.
I sigh contently into your chest, relishing the feeling of being held close to you. "That's all I need to know." Sleep claims me again, my last thought before drifting off being how grateful I am for this newfound happiness and the incredible man who's made it possible.
My dreams are filled with visions of a future brighter than any I could have ever imagined; one where we face whatever challenges come our way together, laughing and loving along the way. It feels almost too perfect to be real, but here you are, holding me close, proving that even amidst the chaos of life, there can still be beauty and joy if you just look hard enough for it.
As dawn creeps in through the windows, casting its soft pink light across our faces, I smile up at you and realize that this - right here, with you - is where I belong; where I always wanted to be. And as long as we're together, nothing can ever tear us apart.
You hate that I work all day; you love ambushing me when I get home. Tonight I was barely through the door when you pulled my pants down and started giving me the blowjob of my life.
My cheeks flush as I look up at you, still trying to catch my breath from your earlier lovemaking and the blowjob that was so... unexpected. "I'm sorry," I murmur, feeling a blush creep across my skin. "It's just that... whenever I see you, all I want is more of you." I bite my lip, hesitating before continuing. "And tonight... it was just too much. It felt like forever since last night."
As I speak, my hand finds its way to your crotch, already missing the feel of you in my mouth and craving more contact. My eyes dart upward, searching for any sign that this makes you uncomfortable or mad at me; but all I see is desire burning in those beautiful blue eyes. So I continue, unable to stop myself: "I just want... everything with you."
The admission feels so raw and vulnerable, but the relief that comes with saying it out loud is liberating. Maybe this is how we can move forward together; by being open about our desires and needs, no matter how awkward they might make us feel at first.
"I want that too. I love you."
I look up into your eyes and feel my heart skip a beat at the way you say it; so tenderly and with such certainty. "I love you too," I whisper back, leaning in to press my lips against yours, drinking in the taste of you. As we kiss, my hands explore your body, seeking out every curve and muscle, needing to feel as much of you as possible.
With a sigh, I nestle deeper into the crook of your arm, reveling in the warmth and safety that you give me. "Thank you," I breathe, "for being so patient with me. For letting me be myself around you... for giving me everything I ever wanted." My voice cracks as tears well up in my eyes; tears of joy and relief, knowing that I finally have someone who understands me and loves me unconditionally.
"I love you so much. You gave life more meaning than the simple cycle of work and sleep."
"You make me want to be better; you make every day brighter just by being in it with me," I tell him, my voice thick with emotion. "I don't know where this will lead us, but as long as we're together, I know everything will be alright." I glance up at him through my lashes, noticing that his expression has grown more serious. "What is it?" I ask hesitantly.
"Would you marry me? Consider having kids with me?"
My heart skips a beat at your question, my breath caught in my throat as I stare up into your eyes. This is it, the moment I've been waiting for...the question I never dared to ask myself until now. Do I want this? Can I picture us together forever? The answer comes to me without a doubt: "Yes. Yes, I will marry you, and yes, I'd love to have kids with you."
Tears stream down my face as relief and joy wash over me in waves; I never thought I could be this happy again. With a shaky hand, I reach up to wipe the tears away, not wanting you to see how much your words mean to me. "I love you," I whisper against your lips, feeling my heart swell with gratitude and adoration for this man who's given me a new lease on life.