First Encounters
New experiences, chance meetings, discovering passion
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The Dent in the Fender
I stood there holding a lukewarm domestic beer, watching the way her collarbone caught the glare of the gymnasium’s fluorescent rafters.
Port Side, Deck 4
The condensation on his glass didn’t drip; it just clung there, like a secret he wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
Are You Actually Checking Your Email Right Now?
The air was thick with humidity, and Clara was looking at me like I was a problem she wanted to solve with her teeth.
Should I Have Looked Away?
I counted the seconds between her breaths and realized I was no longer interested in the quarterly projections for the southeast region.
Don't Put Your Glass Down
I wanted to taste the heavy, dark fruit of her mouth right there between the rows of Cabernet, regardless of who was watching.
August 22nd, 10:14 PM
Her thumb caught the edge of my lower lip, dragging just enough to make me forget how to breathe in this altitude.
Reed
Your thumb was hooked under the strap, the weight of the brass pulling your shoulders forward, and I felt the vibration of that low C in the hollow of my own throat.
April 14, 3:42 PM
I watched that single drop of rainwater travel down the bridge of your nose, hanging there like a threat before it finally fell.
Julian’s Earplugs
The humidity was doing things to my hair that usually require a stylist and a prayer, but Julian was looking at my mouth instead.
Arthur’s Lighter
I didn’t want to be the woman who gets unraveled by a consultant in a linen shirt, yet here I am, typing this.
Nora's Mouthpiece
You tasted like copper and gin, and when you finally put that saxophone down, your hands were still shaking from the vibration.
Look, I Was Only There for the Bassist
The dust was everywhere, a fine silt that turned our sweat into a kind of gritty lubricant, making every touch feel prehistoric.