he was older. confident. the kind of man who texts you at midnight and you just go. i told myself i wouldn't but i did.
we talked for hours first — that's what got me. he actually listened. then he said come over, i just want to talk more. i knew it wasn't just talking.
his place was quiet. he poured me a drink and sat close. then closer. his hand on my knee and i just… didn't move it. he smelled so good it made me nervous.
then he whispered something in my ear and i felt it everywhere. we ended up in his bathroom, steam filling the room, water running hot. he grabbed the shampoo bottle off the shelf, looked at me and smiled. i knew exactly what he meant and i just… let him. every inch of it.