But come on.
I’m not a delicate flower or a child. I can go wherever I want.
It’s just that my boyfriend –boyfriend; yay! – is kinda possessive and dominating and he thinks he owns me.
Which he totally does.
But still.
He likes to take care of me like I’m his most cherished possession – again, which I am – and so he tends to go overboard. But since I own him too, I put him in his place at times.
Like now.
By breaking his rule.
Once the ice cream guy hands him the cones, Arrow begins to walk back. His eyes are still flashing and gosh, the way he’s walking, almost prowling, over to me, makes me clench my thighs.
Makes me shiver.
Two years, and still I’m not at all equipped to handle his sexiness.
I’m so not equipped, and I know that as soon as he reaches me, I’m going to throw myself at him like a lovesick schoolgirl, which I’m not. Not anymore.
I graduated from St. Mary’s two summers ago.
But it’s not a secret that I can be a little crazy and emotional.
A little reckless.
And in the time that we’ve been together, I’ve been both. A lot.
Maybe because it hasn’t been easy, the past two years.
First, it was St. Mary’s.
As Arrow promised that night – the night he confessed his feelings and said that we’d figure everything out – he dropped me off at St. Mary’s the very next day. He wasn’t allowed into the dorm building though, which he didn’t like at all, so he kissed me goodbye at the door in front of everyone and told me that he’d call me Saturday.
He did, too.
He called me every Saturday until I graduated. He also came to see me on visiting weekends and took me out on dates. Again, as he had promised.
There was gossip as I’d feared and nobody at St. Mary’s warmed up to me until the end – well, except for my awesome friends with whom I still keep in touch – but nothing I couldn’t handle.
Anyway, the rest of the time, up until my graduation, we emailed.
Writing traditional letters to each other – which we did also – is fun but technology does have its perks. Especially when you’re in a long-distance relationship with your boyfriend, who’s also a very busy and bright athlete.
Arrow stayed in town for Christmas that year before leaving for LA.
I still remember how hard it was when he left.
Even though I wasn’t sneaking out to see him like I used to do before they found my letters, the thought that he was close, in that gray motel room, had been a comfort.
But then he left because he had to.
So those first couple of months were not pretty.
I would cry a lot during our Saturday phone conversations and he’d try to console me. I’d write him long emails and he’d write me even longer ones. Sometimes he’d be the sad one instead of me, which he basically showed by being short andabrasive, always blaming soccer for our distance. I’d be the one to soothe him then and tell him that this separation was only for a few short months.
