And Then He Kissed Me! Part 11

"Plumber guy" was coming home today, I could not wait. My thoughts of him interrupted my work, eating, cleaning, everything. Everything reminded me of him. If I saw a car similar to his I would think, "my love has a car that same color." It was sickening, really.

Five o'clock finally came and I quickly cleaned up my desk, and ran to my car. I knew "plumber guy" would be home and I imagined the two of us running in slow motion, towards each other, arms open and eager to embrace. Okay, maybe not so much, but I knew that he would be calling me once I was home from work and that he would be coming to my apartment within a matter of minutes.

While driving home my mind wandered to the conversation we had a week prior to him leaving on his trip. We were talking in my apartment and I was sitting at his feet, while he was sitting in a chair looking down on me. "Plumber guy" became very serious and said, "I have something important to talk to you about." I could tell this wasn't going to be the marriage conversation. The conversation that I had been longing for. Instead his jaw was rigid and the vein in his left temple was bulging. He was tense.

My heart jumped into my throat and I began to panic inside. "Was he going to dump me? Did I do something wrong?" I prayed that he wasn't going break up with me. Things were going great and I couldn't imagine why he would break up with me. I couldn't imagine not being with him. Besides, he was the ONE. My dad said so and I knew so.

He went on to say, "If we are going to make this work, I have to know for sure that there will be no games. I won't stand for any mind games or dishonesty."

"Plumber guy" previously had some horrible experiences with past relationships. I could relate. The two of us knew what we wanted. We each wanted a relationship where there was no doubt or worry about whether or not we were serious about one another. We didn't want to waste our time, if one of us planned on dating other people.

"I would never do that to you," I told him.

I was never one to play silly mind games with my relationships and I had never betrayed any of my past boyfriends. I knew how much it hurt to have someone that you cared for hurt you in one of the worst ways. I desparately wanted him to know that I was very serious about us and that I would do anything to make our relationship work. I would never betray him.

"I really want to be with you and I need to know that you want to be with me also," he said.

"Yes! Yes!" I said.

Then his expression changed. Instead of being rigid and tense, he smiled and cupped my face in his hands and gave me a soft kiss. I could sense the relief in his face and his actions. At that moment, he also knew what I had known for myself for a while now... he knew that I was the one for him. But he wasn't quite ready to tell me.

Once I was home, I rushed to change my clothes and make myself beautiful for him. I wanted this to be a homecoming worth the wait. Then just as I had suspected he would do, the phone rang with in minutes of me being home.

Ring, ring

"Hello."

"Hello," responded that deep voice, I had been dreaming of all week.

"Are you coming over?"

"I'll be over in a few minutes."

I could barely contain myself. I was so thrilled that my baby was home and with in a few minutes I would be in his arms.

Knock, knock

"Okay Jen, don't act like a total dork," I told myself. I then threw open the door and without any hesitation, we embraced each other and he kissed me passionately.

His strawberry blonde, wavey, hair was still a little damp from his shower and his face was glowing. His cheeks were a little pink from the sun and he grew out his beard, just as I had asked. I knew he would look good in a beard. And it was almost a full beard! He looked rugged, yet more mature and I loved to rub my fingers in it.

"I missed you so much!" I said, when we finally managed to break free from one another for some air. "Don't ever leave me again."

"I missed you too." he said as he kissed me again.

We spent the rest of the evening talking about his Lake Powell trip. He told me about jumping off of the cliffs and swimming in the warm water. He talked about sleeping on the deck of the house boat under the stars. It sounded heavenly and I was a little jealous. I was jealous because I wasn't there to enjoy those moments with "plumber guy."

It was getting late and "plumber guy" needed to get home. Church was the next day and he invited me to go to his ward with him. With his family. This was serious stuff and I wanted to make a good impression on his family.

We said our "good byes" and "see ya's in the morning" and I got ready for bed.
As I was brushing my teeth, I thought about the two of us. We had been dating for more than two months. We rarely went a day without seeing each other or talking on the phone. We had each talked about our past relationships, bad choices, and we overcame our first hurdle over the fourth of July. He was on my mind constantly and if he were to ask me to marry him, I would say "heck yeah!" in a heart beat. But there was one thing that was missing... neither one of us had muttered those words. Those words that made the earth stop spinning and cause the heavens to open. I LOVE YOU.

When will those words finally come to pass? And who would finally say them? Stay tuned for part 12!