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the bathroom.
    Where was he?
    Rolling over onto my back, something caught my attention. That boy was absolutely amazing. I sat up and wiped the rest of the sleep from my eyes. There on the nightstand was a tray with coffee, a bagel and cream cheese, and a red rose in a vase. It was obvious Andrew had set this up, but I still had no idea where he was. That’s when my eyes landed on a small little note with my name on the front. Picking it up, I unfolded it to read what he’d written.

    That man was so freaking sweet it was unbelievable. Reaching over I grabbed the cup of coffee. It was still warm, meaning Andrew hadn’t been gone long. Usually his runs took about a half an hour, sometimes a little more. It would give me enough time to eat, shower, and call my mom.
    About three months ago, Andrew and I decided we would be better off if we each kept some clothes and toiletries at each other’s places. We constantly looked like we were doing the walk of shame—even when nothing had happened.
    I pulled the tray onto my lap and happily ate my bagel, images of waking up to this every morning running through my head like a dream come true. It seemed like such a fluke that I’d found Andrew. Our first date happened during a time when I was dating a different guy each week. It was pretty easy to weed out the good from the bad. If all a guy wanted from a first date was to get into my panties, then I knew he wasn’t the guy for me. There were only a handful of dates where the guys weren’t there for that. Most were looking for someone to have fun with, and they were okay with waiting until further into the relationship before I would have sex with them.
    Some of the guys were straight up boring. Others didn’t like having to wait any longer than the second date.
    Then there was Andrew. I could tell from the moment he asked me out that he was looking to get some, but I gave him a chance like everyone else. We talked forever that first night. We had so much in common. Something must have clicked for him too because he didn’t try anything when he dropped me off—except a simple kiss. Thinking about it, I realized just how chaste that first kiss had actually been. We’d gone out a few more times before things had gone any further. Things continued to progress at their own pace but at one point, things seemed to hit a rough patch and I really started to question my decision to take a chance on him.
    Had choosing Andrew been a bad choice?
    Imagine how glad I was to find out that Andrew was just really scared to tell me what was going through his head. When he told me he loved me, I knew everything was going to be fine. Andrew wasn’t the type to throw empty ideas or platitudes at people. If he told you something, you could be sure he felt it all over.
    From then on things moved pretty quickly. We quit using condoms, letting my birth control pill take care of contraception, and although we hadn’t told any of our friends or family yet, we started apartment hunting. Really we didn’t want my dad to know since he was against me moving off campus until after graduation. He thought I would concentrate better on my work if I wasn’t living with Andrew. That didn’t stop us from looking and getting ready for the future. All of it finally leading to yesterday’s events.
    Thinking about yesterday made me remember that I needed to call my mom and tell her all about it. My guess was Andrew wasn’t very forthcoming about how he was going to propose, since he’d seemed to have little idea himself.
    Deciding to get to a quick shower and get dressed before calling my mom, I finished my coffee and bagel and went searching through the drawers for something to wear. I didn’t want to be tied up on the phone with my mother any longer than necessary. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my mom—quite the opposite actually, because my mom was freaking fantastic, and only had our best interests at heart—but I didn’t want to waste time I could