Three’s Company

Soon after Logan moved for college, Sebastian and I found ourselves spending all of our time together. Purely as friends of course. We went shopping, driving, out to dinner, movies and hung out at his house. I was living with a family friend and my son, who is 1.5 years old, spending a lot of time with Sebastian and I in our adventures. One night I get a call, “Hey, I have two tickets to the Kiss/Aerosmith show if you want to go.” Well, of course I wanted to go to a free concert, last minute, on a Thursday…

We met at his house (parents house) with son in tow. His mother and sister were playing babysitter and seemed happy to do so. As we headed out to the concert, he asked me if I needed to borrow a sweat shirt as it may end up chilly. I replied, “Oh that’s sweet, but I’ll be fine.” We jumped in his S-10 truck and headed out. On the way we sang to his Aerosmith CD, danced like no one was watching and laughed to silly stories of past concerts we had attended. The actual concert itself was a blur of old men in leather, face paint and things blowing up (awesome) but what I remember the most was how I suddenly looked at him and he looked at me and for the first time I felt butterflies. At some point in the night I was dancing at our seats and he ended up behind me. As I moved my hips back and forth to the beat I could feel the heat from him on my back, he was so close. My heart started to flutter and I slowly moved back until we were just inches apart.

Sebastian placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back against him. As I melted into this warmth I could feel how excited he was to have me there. This of course caused a warmth to spread across my body in a way I hadn’t felt around him and suddenly I was nervous. Nervous to be around this man who I’d spent countless hours with in the last couple of months. The game was on.

We drove back to his house, I picked up my son and said goodnight. Nothing happened but everything had changed.

Through this time, my living situation had started to become stressed. The family friend I was living with really started to become judgmental of every move I made and it was harder and harder to be there. Sebastian had moved back in with his parents after leaving college and we were both working on the north side of town and living on the south side. I was spending two hours on the road driving back and forth from work, having to leave my son at the sitter for twelve hours counting my ten hour shift at the hospital. I needed to spend more time at home but didn’t want to be home with tensions being so high. Sebastian and I decided to become roommates, as it was beneficial to both of our situations. We obviously got along well, both made enough money to split expenses and worked just miles away from each other.

We got a two bedroom townhouse on the north side and using current furniture and hand me-downs we managed to furnish it rather well. A few weeks in I started seeing a barista from the hospital. This seemed to frustrate Sebastian, who played babysitter. “You don’t even know this guy. He doesn’t seem like your type. Why would you want to date someone who makes coffee for a living?” Ha, I love coffee. Finally, one night after a movie I stretched and said goodnight. As I walked up the stairs he stopped me and asked me if I really liked this guy. I laughed and responded, “I don’t know yet. Isn’t that the point of dating someone?” Sebastian just kind of smirked and said, “Do you like me?” I was so shocked I just stumbled in my response, “Um I don’t know. Of course I like you, but what do you mean?”

Sebastian inched closer to me until I could feel his breath on my face. “I mean, do you like me? Like I like you.” My heart began pumping out of my chest. He said it. He actually said it. He had sat back for weeks watching me date this man, watching my son for me, all the while feeling this way? I couldn’t believe it. “I’m not sure” I said, my voice shaking slightly. With that he leaned in towards me and lightly kissed me. My hands found their way up around his neck and I sank into this kiss. His hands snaked around my hips and drew me against him until I thought we’d break and become one. This light kiss quickly turned into a passionate strangle until we were both grasping for air but unwilling to stop.

He pushed me back into the wall and desperately pressed his body against mine. I too was doing everything I could to get him as close to me as possible. This passion led us upstairs to his bedroom where we spent a long night of passion into the early morning hours. As I laid there contemplating what had just happened, I realized that this was the happiest I had ever felt. I couldn’t believe that he felt this way about me too. I had no expectations of this happening. Everyone had told me that it wouldn’t be long before we were dating, but I had laughed it off. How did they know? How could they tell?

Within the first month I had told him I loved him and to my surprise he started laughing and said, “I was just thinking the same thing, you just managed to say it first.” It felt perfect. I was in love with someone who had become my best friend. We shared everything with each other. We were silly, and vulnerable and seemed to fit together like it was meant to be. I had been made to lay with this man and he had been made for me. He loved my son and really enjoyed being around. We were an instant family and it felt so right. There were so many signs that I just ignored. It didn’t last long in this blissful place but it was great while it lasted.