Ow. Ah…. I take another step across the cracked kitchen tiles. I don’t exactly hurt anywhere; there are no words to describe the feeling. It’s kind of like how I would feel the day after I tried to do some advanced, crazy difficult yoga class. Like I had the time or the money to do something trivial like that. Some muscles feel tight, some feel loose, and some feel stretched. Last night was like nothing I’ve ever felt with the couple of college boyfriends I had before It was like something that should have been in some pay-per-view movie or in a dirty novel. It was intense. It was surreal. I slept like a baby in Dawson’s arms for the rest of the night, only to wake up early, shocked that he was still there despite the claims he’d made last night. I’ve never met a biker before, but I’ve heard of them. He got what he wanted, why was he still there? It was baffling to me.
