Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 128

"For the past two weeks, our sex life had been almost too much for me. It was fun and nice, and in a lot of ways, it was love, but it had ramped up dramatically."

"Because I love you," he answers quietly. "I think you're hot, it feels good, I like watching you-"

"Oh my god," I mumble, shoving him slightly, and he laughs. I feel my cheeks turn pink and I clear my throat. "You're really too much for me." I'd never been in a relationship where sex had become such a normal part of it. When I dated in high school, sex was something I did every once in a while. It wasn't anywhere near as often as Kent and I were doing it.

"You know there's nothing wrong with us, right? Couples have sex," he shrugs, and I clear my throat.

"I know there's not," I whisper. "We're so not having this conversation." I amend a second later, moving around him to get back to the fridge in search of a bell pepper.

He's not having it, though, picking me up and sitting me on the island. "Kent! Just let me."

"Why aren't we having this conversation?" He whispers, and I gulp. "What do you think is wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," I whisper, and he sighs, running his hands over my thighs.

"Then what's up?" He asks seriously, and I blank. My mind is empty, and I'm too embarrassed to say anything. "Juls, you always tell me what's on your mind."

"There's nothing, I'm not thinking about anything," I defend quickly.

"I just watched your brain work; I know it's not nothing," he says, shaking his head. "Knock the phony shit off and tell me the truth."

"I'm not upset about anything. We can go have sex if you want," I mumble quietly, feeling my stomach twist, and he sighs, standing up straighter.

"Sex isn't like that, not with us," he says in a firm tone, which lets me know that I'd made the wrong kind of remark about his mood.

"I-I know it's not," I answer quickly, placing my hand over his, and he sighs.

"Juls, spit it out."

"Something's different about me," I blurt out, and he furrows his eyebrows, looking way more confused.

"What does that mean?" He asks, and I feel my face turn bright red.

"I've lived nearly twenty-two years on this earth and never once in my life have I wanted to have sex," I answer, crossing my arms defensively. "Never.....until I met you."

I didn't know how to talk about this. It was difficult to explain when we were so beyond talking about physical intimacy. We were dating, we were in love for God's sake, and it was still hard for me.

"And that's not a bad thing, I just......I can't get over how different I feel about it. I feel like we do it a lot," I admit quietly, running my hands nervously over my jeans. "And the thing that throws me is..... always want to."

"You're....... upset that your sex-drive has changed?" He asks, sounding confused.

"Upset is the wrong word," I say quietly. "Confused is better." He takes that in for a second with a brief nod, and I close my eyes. "But I'm not unhappy with it, I don't want you to think."

"Juls," he says quietly, putting his hands on my shoulders, and I gulp. "Baby, why does that bother you?"

"I-um.....I don't know, it doesn't really," I mumble, blinking my eyes open.

A knowing look passes over his face, and my cheeks burn even hotter. "You think it's wrong on some level, don't you?"

"No-"

"I know you," he says quietly, and I shut my eyes again.

"I don't know,......I used to see my friends going out to meet guys, people I knew having a lot of sex, and I....I never understood it. So I thought it was weird and stupid. I didn't grow up sex-positive; you saw it over the holidays when my parents wanted us in separate rooms. I don't know why, but I used to see it very differently, and now.....now I feel like a hypocrite."

I feel weird after saying it all out loud, I open my eyes slowly, and he sighs sadly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"You must think I'm weird-"

"No," he whispers quietly, taking my hands, and I lift my eyes. "I used to see it differently too, just..... guess in the complete opposite way that you did." I nod quietly, and he runs his thumbs over the backs of my hands. "You have to understand that what we're doing is normal; it's a part of what you do when you love someone."

"You think so?" I ask quietly, and he chuckles a bit, which makes me feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you," he says softly. "But......yeah, it is."

I needed to remember, too, that the sex I was having with Kent was different. There was tons of feeling in it, and it was better and more incredible than the other sex I had a long time ago. We were just the right fit in a lot of ways, and our intimacy wasn't any different.

"What do I need to do to make you understand that we love each other, and sex is a part of love?" He asks, which makes me grin with an easy laugh. "Because that's what it is; you and I both know why we do it as much as we do. It's because it's never felt that way before."

"True," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he smiles a bit.

"I don't want you to feel bad about wanting to do it," he adds quietly, and I nod.

"I'm trying with that part," I admit, and he nods. "I'm sure that's been kind of obvious."

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Try not to think of it like a bad thing."

"I'll try," I whisper, and he leans in close, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"I'll help you make lunch, then," he whispers, and I lean in to kiss him. It always surprised me how soft of a kisser he was. I pull him closer, and he hums in appreciation, pulling me closer too. "Not hungry anymore?" He teases, and I laugh.

"Starving," I whisper back, and he grins, dragging my hips a lot closer. It was nice to just kiss; I hated any kind of physical contact unless it was with him. It felt surreal every time; it sent tingles up my spine, and it had ever since he kissed me the first time.

"Oh!" I hear someone audibly gasp, and I immediately pull back off of Kent, head whipping around, and I see a woman in a simple outfit behind us with a mop and bucket in her hands.

My cheeks turn pink again, and I hop down quickly, feeling like that couldn't have been worse timing.

"I-I'm sorry, Mister Chavez, I wasn't aware you'd be home this evening," she says quickly, averting her eyes. She was in her forties probably, blonde hair tucked neatly behind a headband. She looked really kind. "I apologize."

"That's more than alright, Marion," he says with a shrug. "Our fault for making a scene out in the open."

"Nonsense, I came to mop, but I'll come back later," she says politely, waving her hand.

"You know what? We're going to head upstairs and rest after our flight, so you go right ahead," he says kindly. "Is there any chance you've seen Bea?"

This was all so casual, he was being extremely kind to her, which was so nice to see. I hoped his parents treated them with the same kindness.

"She's in the wine room putting away the bottles your parents requested, should I get her."

"No, that's more than alright. When you see her, could you ask her to start an early dinner?" He asks, and she grins.

"Of course, sorry for disturbing," she says once again, keeping her eyes down, and Kent shrugs. "Enjoy your stay."

Kent takes my hand, pulling me out the other doorway and into a massive family room. "We're resting, are we?" I whisper, and he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I scream, and then cover my mouth quickly with a laugh as he carries me through the house.

We get back to his room, and he grins, tossing me on his bed and closing the door afterwards. I look at him as he comes over to the bed, feeling a huge smile spread over my face. This would be our amazing trip to New York that we didn't get the other two times.

I'm not sure what makes it feel so different, but knowing we're really together is helping. He's so open these days, tells me everything and anything I want to know. I just hope there's no more surprises.