The First Sleepover Of Many

I make it a rule to not let guys sleepover and not to sleepover at their place. The morning after is always awkward but somehow after our first date it wasn't...

I woke up, saw the clock on the table that wasn't mine.. it was 12ish pm. I had slept through the morning. Turning over, he was there. He was awake lying on his back. He turned to face me with a smile.

"Morning." He said. I smiled back at him.

"Morning." I was happy. We had a fantastic first date. In fact we trashed the place a little when we went back to his... I felt like nothing could be more perfect. OMG, the feeling I get when I'm happy with him is so good yet so scary.

I went to kiss him, he kissed back and we had a morning romp in the sack. Although this romp wasn't a romp like last night. It was different. It was soft sincere sex. Sweet but equally satisfying. I had never made love - God, I sound like such a girl - like that before. Every morning since we have soft sincere sex.

I think I'm in love and it's scaring me so much.

I find myself getting jealous when I see him talking to someone who I think is at least or more attractive than myself.. well actually anyone woman if I'm completely honest.

I've been sleeping over at his every night since the first date. It's like I'm living with him. He loves that I'm always there and I love it too. I've even got some of my stuff at his. Is this normal so early in the relationship?