The good ol' Telephone

Jacob and I talked on the phone for hours again last night.
"Will you do me a favor?"
"Anything." (God, is he not amazing or what.)
"Will you say something in Spanish for me?"
I could hear his adorable smile through the phone while he spoke Spanish. God damn it, I love his smile.
"What did you say?"
He goes, "I said, 'I miss you and I wish you were here more than anything. And I love you, sweet heart.'"
Damn it, he's just too good. There's no way he could fake the way he talks to me. Right? I can't explain it. There's just no way Jacob could fake the emotion in his voice. I think he really wants to marry me someday. Why? I don't know. He's fuckin crazy! Marrying me is probably the dumbest thing anyone could do. Seriously.
"I want you so bad, baby."
"Nope. Nuh-uh, Jacob. Not tonight."
"Why not?"
Oh dammit. How do I answer this question? 'Well Jacob, I have trust issues and sometimes I wonder if it's just another trick like all the other times I was fucked over.' No! I'm not gonna say that! It's fucked up. It's not the only reason though. My parents are sleeping downstairs and I'm not a quiet person at all. Even calling him just to talk is difficult. But boy oh boy do I love him.
I guess I should just fall head first in love, trust with all my heart and see what happens.