First Encounters
New experiences, chance meetings, discovering passion
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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.
October 19th, 10:42 PM
I still have the receipt from that cafe car—fourteen dollars for a plastic bottle of Chardonnay that tasted like a battery.
Why Did You Reach for the Top Button First?
You didn't look like a tourist; you looked like a breach in a perimeter I’d spent a decade and a half building.
Tarnish
The way your thumb traced the rim of your glass had the same heavy, rhythmic intent as a man cleaning a sidearm.
Sunday, 5:18 AM
The smell of the cedar sauna is still stuck in the back of my throat, thick as woodsmoke and just as blinding.
I Thought You Were Just Another Bad Idea
He was leaning against the parapet like he owned the air rights to the entire block, looking at me like I was a billable hour he couldn't wait to waste.
Undo the Latch
The draft from the floorboards was a minor line item compared to the sheer thermal output of his mouth against her inner thigh.
I Swear I Only Went in for a Pen
The air in that shop was thick as warm honey, and he was standing there looking at me like I was a first edition he couldn't afford.
Sylvie's Metro Card
The condensation on the window pane mirrored the way her sweat beaded against the small of her back in the dim light.