Page 122 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App

I paused to think. “End of May.”

“Well, that’s five months from now. We’ll have been together almost a year. Do you think you’d…want to end your lease and move in with me?”

“Yes,” I answered, without a single second of doubt. “Absolutely.”

That would be perfect. I already spent so much time at Devin’s place; my own townhouse was starting to feel foreign. It would make moving in together an easy transition. Then, we could truly spend all our downtimetogether—cooking, playing video games, and most importantly, curling up together every night.

Devin kissed my cheek. “Well as much as I’ve loved this conversation, we really do need to get some sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“I know. Me too. Plus, tomorrow is our first Christmas together.”

We spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up, which involved us both stealing a few kisses in the shower, before settling into bed.

“Good night, sweetheart,” Devin murmured in my ear as he wrapped his blanket-cloaked arm around me.

“Good night, Dev.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That was it. We’d finally had sex. I was no longer an anxious, lonely virgin hiding her painful secret from the world. I’d set out on a journey to find the love of my life, and after many months of wading through dating apps, I’d found him in the most unexpected of places.

And now, we’d agreed to have each other for the rest of our lives.

I nuzzled into Devin’s chest as we settled into slumber, grateful that he was loving and understanding enough to work through this with me.

And he was right.

I wasn’t broken.

I never was.

But as I lay there in the darkness, engulfed in the arms of the man who was now my whole future, I couldn’t help but feel complete.