You and Dennis had been dating for over 6 months now, and you hadn’t got to the third base yet.

It wasn’t something he asked for, it wasn’t something you seemed to want, and somehow things worked out like this. He respected your boundaries, he understood you better than anyone else, and above it all, he loved you.

He would lie on your bed with you and talk about his day on the emergency for hours, or hear you talking about yours, then would go to sleep spooning you like any other night. No trying to undress you, no attempt to get touchy, just the domesticity of the respect he had for you and the trust you had for him, the quite intimacy you has constructed over the time.

When he did kiss you, it was just to kiss you, not to take you to bed. You never wondered about his indifference, you knew he was different, he loved you for who you are, not for what you had to offer.

If you ever said he could never touch you, he’d just come over and say you look lovely, the kiss your cheek like he did ever time.

You were lied in his bed, on his bedroom. You are cuddling and watching movies on his laptop, his arms wrapped around you as he yapped about his day.