Jessica Hawkins

Olivia, I__l put on a show in front of your friends, at your work, whenever we__e in public. But I__ growing tired of pretending when we__e alone. Don__ tempt me.

You know, when I looked into your eyes at the theater, I was stunned. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. And when I saw you in that gold dress, at the restaurant, I knew you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You were glowing. But right now, in my bed, naked and undone,_ he paused, leaning forward to kiss me softly on the lips. __ou are perfect. I never want you any other way.

I'd been with boys before; I'd been with boys I'd thought were men. But this was different. David kissed like a man. He tasted, he smelled and he fucked like a man.

What are you thinking?_ he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.__hat the city looks different depending on whom I__ seeing it with.__e nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. __ notice different things,_ I continued. __ike with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings _ the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.___eflections?_ he asked quietly.__hey are._ I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. __ou__e there,_ I said. __hat__ how they__e different.

The way you__e smiling a little makes me think maybe you wouldn__ mind an older man.