1.9: Perfect

Everything’s so different now, ever since the night I gave Jade that rose.

Different in a good way, of course. A very good way. You could definitely say things are, uh… ‘heating up’ a bit between us.

Okay, maybe more than just a bit.

Whenever we’re together, it’s like I can’t keep my hands off her. I just look at her and… I guess I can’t help it.

I mean, damn. She’s perfect. The most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life. And I want to enjoy every inch of that perfection any chance I get.

I was so terrified the first time. But then, I guess everyone probably is, huh? Afterward, she kept telling me that it was good, but I have a feeling she was just trying to be nice.

Since then I’ve definitely had plenty of practice though.

Lots of it.

And a very, uh… skilled teacher…

Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life. But there’s this nagging question in the back of my mind that I just can’t seem to shake off.

Jade and I have such a great thing going here… But what is this thing anyway? It’s been a few weeks now, and I’m still not sure. I can’t help thinking back to that first night when I met her friends, and she confessed about all their casual hookups. “It’s nothing serious.” She’d told me.

But what about us? Are we serious? Is she still banging those other guys when I’m not around? I can’t help but worry about it. And not because of those stupid diseases they always warn you about, or any crap like that.

I just worry because I don’t want this to be some stupid fling. I want this to mean something to her.

Because Jade means everything to me.

And I don’t want to share her with anyone else.