On the pillow next to me there’s a note in a frenetic scribble. I smile at how apt this chaotic handwriting is, and how it fits its owner to perfection.Loved waking up next to you…again. Had to leave early, see you tonight. D.I look at the note and then around me and there is not a single doubt i...
Quicksand would be the most accurate word to describe Reeves’ effect on me in general, and on my body in particular. If I stand too close, I’m pulled in, forcefully, swallowed, hopelessly. My attraction to him is beyond anything I can really try to resist. The way he watched me earlier, so absorb...