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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
Brutal Grace
The weight of the mountain air was nothing compared to the way his hand felt against the small of my back, searing through the spandex.