There were rose petals on the floor leading to the bed, whispers of sweet nothings in my ears, the words “I love you” came so freely – we knew it was right. He kissed my lips and we made love for the first time – nothing short of amazing.
Yeah right!
More like awkward and rushed.
I was 16. Steve and I had dated for about a year before we took our relationship to the “next level.”
But of course we didn’t take it there without an awkward conversation first:
“Well, I do love you, so we can if you want to
