I wanna hold your hand

So I saw Jamie again. And I am starting to feel fairly certain that things are going to happen there, but there is no rush save for my own desire to ravish him. I'm already looking at his sweet goofy features and finding the underlying handsomeness in them. His voice has a strange soothing quality to it, and his outlandish comedic comments make me smile.

I am very happy that Erin and Jamie both like each other. We even got into a bit of a stressful situation, Erin got pulled over, and he didn't get weirded out by Erin needing to rant a bit, about her needing to talk role play, or anything else. Jamie is not a snob, not in the lest. He is warm and welcoming, that nerd you knew in school that was always eager to share his weird theories with you, always willing to help you with your math home work.

There were several times that I made excuses for myself to touch him. I found myself wanting to watch his features, and willing to just listen to him converse with Erin. I never felt left out of the conversation, just happy to be with two people who I care about.

When we were in the car with Erin Jamie sat behind me. I tried to rub his hand at first and when that proved too awkward I gave up for a while. For the last forty-five minuets or so I tried again. I turned sideways in my seat and just ideally started touching just below his knee. After a few minuets of this he started to stroke the back of my hand a wrist. Before long we were holding hands, and soon he had his other hand around mine, cupping it in both of his and caressing me while he listened to music and Erin and I chitter chatter.

When we hugged good bye I again felt very comfortable. Something that I'm not sure if I can trust, save for the fact that no boundaries have been pressed. Jamie didn't try to turn his face into him, he just talked to me, caressed my back a bit, and held me. I wanted to kiss him, I thought about it. In the end I kissed his cheek and told him that I had a great time, that I wanted to see him again soon. He agreed and asked me about my next days off.

When he got home we exchanged  a few texts, things that reinforce what we have already been saying. I think that he is handsome, funny, witty, and thoughtful. He thinks that I'm cute, passionate, thoughtful and smart. I think that he makes me smile and laugh, that he makes me feel very good about myself. Jamie is a wonderful guy.