Setting up Sunday

After the almost suicide, drinking vodka and fucking up my pancreas a little more, a heartwarming talk with my mum after passing along my contagious panic attacks and cutting my left wrist this time...I started to get ready for the meet up.

I turned up at the bus station and felt really nervous. My mum was still in the car outside and I was just sat there, looking pretty good, on my own.

Then he turned up.

We left for the bank but it was closed, so we went to Leeds.
I hate buses, but he made me feel calm.
We chatted about Tokio Hotel and other pretty things.
Then he was looking at how small my hand was, which led to us hand-holding.

We got off the bus and i linked arms with him to steer him in the right direction, again that led to us holding hands.
We hugged abit, wandered around and then he swooped me up and kissed me.

God, i didnt realise how much i'd missed those lips until they were pressed against me.

Then we did more shopping, went to the beautiful German market & he never took his hands off me.
It was so lovely; all the lights and the atmosphere & just being there with him. It made me feel special.
So then we left to get me some dinner and once we'd crossed the road, he kissed me again. It was passionate and needy and amazing. We were so caught up in it until some stupid woman cleared her throat because she wanted to get past.

We went to Starbucks in Borders, because I lovelovelove it there. He bought me some coffee and my dad rang. :/ Pfft.
I explained the deal with my dad to Aaron, who then told me about his family. It's quite disfunctional. Poor guy. If I was him, i'd be dead.

Anyway, i told him nothing about me. I don't want him to know yet. The time will come soon i think though.

He also only just noticed I had my tongue pierced, i was like asif...to which he replies 'well i didnt notice last week when you had your tongue in my mouth' which of course made me blush and gave me intense butterflies.

We kept staring at each other and it was cute. Then, after I'd spent a good ten minutes staring at his pulse point, when he couldnt take it no longer, he leant across the table and kissed me deeply. It was quick, but full of longing. He pulled back as I was getting into it and asked if i wanted to get out of here. I was thinking 'fuck yes, take me to a toilet & ravish me good and hard', but i managed to keep composure.

We went to the bus station, because I had to go home & his friend text him asking what he was doing..to which he replied 'with a beautiful lass'. Cheesy i know, but awfully sweet.

On the back of the bus, he had his hands all over me & he kept kissing me. He's such a tease. He knows what kissing me on my neck does, but he still did it for quite a while & i started panting hard. Then he stopped.

But i got him back, by stroking his leg oh so close to his crotch but not quite touching. A simple but kinky gesture. I looked up at him through my eyelashes too, and he kept playing with my waistband.
TEASE.
Then he started rubbing my back, and at one point he touched my bum.

Honestly, there was so much sexual energy i just wanted to jump him right there, right then....but apart from opening my legs a little when he was stroking my thigh, i behaved myself. it would have been inappropriate for anything more than kissing at that point.

He didnt want me to go either. He's really nice. I'm worried I'll end up falling for him but I'm going to play it by ear, i'm going to take a chance with this. Risk it a little. What's life without a little danger?

He kept texting me today and so i rang him. We chatted for ages.

God he makes me feel good.