The friendship came first.
He asked her to dance in the middle of an empty bar, the band packing up their instruments and the jukebox unplugged. Still, he asked and took her in his arms. The tune he hummed under his breath became the foundation of the song he wrote for her.
He wanted her to make a present for his sister, trusting her talent and skill without even seeing any of her work.
Their first date ended with smiles and a promise of more. Even if he didn’t try to so much as kiss her good night.
She drunk-dialed him and made a complete fool of herself, or so she thought. He didn’t mind her middle of the night confession in the least.
That first kiss made her feel weak in the knees. So did every one thereafter.
He told her his secrets and left it up to her if she wanted to take the chance of seeing where things could go.
She told him her secrets and he refused to judge her for them.
He adored her puppy.
When they made love, where and how and why, it was always about trust and honesty and not a little fun.