Page 121 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
I laughed, rolling onto my side and resting my arm on his chest. “I made you wait six months for sex, andyou’rethe sorry one?”
Devin shrugged. “It’s just been…a really long time.”
“How long?”
I felt awkward asking, but I was also itching to know.
“A few years,” he replied.
Years? Damn.
“Why so long?”
“Justdidn’t find anyone I liked enough to have sex with,” he replied casually. “I sort of swore off dating until I met the right person. And I now know, without a doubt, that that person is you. You are the love of my life.”
That sentence made my heart hammer in my chest. It felt like sex was the final hurdle for us to get past in our budding relationship. Now that we’d conquered that task… what was next?
I already knew. I’d known for a while now. With all the days and nights spent together in Devin’s little townhouse, my old life felt so distant. I loved him so much, and I never wanted our time together to end.
“Hey Dev?” I asked, my tone hesitant.
“Yes?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask…we’re coming up on six months now, and I just wanted to know…” I gulped. Spitting out the words was tougher than I thought. “What’s our plan for the future?”
Devin shifted upright; his dreamy post-orgasmic state now replaced with serious contemplation. “By future…you mean marriage? Kids?”
“I didn’t mean anytime soon,” I backtracked, not wanting to freak him out. “It’s just—”
“Avie,” Devin chuckled, tucking a strand of curly hair behind my ear. “I will absolutely marry you. I agree, we’re nowhere near ready, but that’s always been my intention.”
“Really?” My eyes lit up.
“Absolutely. Let me ask…” He suddenly looked nervous. “If I proposed next Christmas, would you say yes?”
My face was red with giddiness. “I think I’d be ready by then. But what about…after that? Do you want kids?”
That was a question I’d never been sure of myself. I liked children, but it had been hard to imagine myself as a mother. I felt like I wasalways so busy trying to manage my own life, let alone one of a tiny person that was completely dependent on me.
But with Devin, that was changing. Seeing what a smart, kind, mature person he was made me want to have a family with him. He was so good with kids; watching him interact with the childrens’ group at Critical Games always brought a smile to my face. He would make an amazing father.
“Yes,” Devin replied. “I do. Do you?”
“I think I do. Not a huge family though. Just one or two.”
Devin laughed, a mixture of joy and relief in his eyes. I felt it too. It was reassuring to know that the man I loved wanted the same things out of life that I did.
“Imagine them running around the shop,” I grinned, crinkling my nose.
Devin scoffed. “They’d either want to help me and play assistant manager or cause chaos by knocking every single miniature off the shelves.”
“With you as their dad?” I teased. “Definitely.”
“So…” A sly grin slipped onto Devin’s face. “Now that we’ve had the whole ‘future together’ conversation…I have a proposal on our next steps.”
“What’s that?”
“When does your lease end?”
