First Encounters
New experiences, chance meetings, discovering passion
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October 14th, 4:32 PM
Her mouth tasted like the heavy, dark silt of a riverbed after a flood, all iron and fermented sugar and something dangerously clean.
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"I Bet You Say That to All the Clerks"
The way you leaned against the shelf was as deliberate as a lawyer in a Savannah courtroom, all sharp angles and unearned confidence.
She Never Liked the Flash
Her skin had the texture of a well-worn Manduka mat—grippy, warm, and resilient—against the cold industrial concrete of the studio floor.
Static
Your thumb brushes the pulse point at my wrist, and suddenly the breath I’ve spent a decade mastering simply deserts me.
Bungalow Seventeen
I watched the salt crystals dry against the hair on your forearm, a white crust of everything I wanted to taste.
I Probably Should've Packed More Than One Sports Bra
My skin was a map of places I hadn’t given him permission to visit yet, but the thin mountain air was a hell of a drug.
Two Fingerprints on the Glass
The friction of your thumb against the inside of my wrist was more disruptive than the forty-thousand dollar canvas hanging to our left.
Buy the Overnight Pass
The train took a curve near Bridgeport, and her knee didn't just brush mine; it lingered there, heavy and deliberate, a silent thesis statement.
The Dent in the Silver Ice Bucket
I was a senior associate with a corner-office trajectory and a closet full of charcoal wool, yet I let him unmake me.
October 24th, 7:14 PM
You stood by the bar like a piece of data I couldn't quite aggregate into the rest of the room's predictable demographics.
Is This Where You Wanted to Lose Your Way?
The salt was everywhere—in the air, on the railing, and eventually, dried in white tracks against the slope of her inner thigh.
Pith
The rain was coming down in sheets of gray iron, blurring the world outside until there was nothing left but the two of them and the smell of old paper.