slightgeist

A slow breath. I've had a surreal night - a nice night - the kind of night that leaves you feeling a little flushed. He knows what he's doing (I admire a little experience), and he knows my weaknesses (my nape, my throat, my shoulders). In fact, I don't know if anyone knows my weaknesses as intimately as he does. Which, to me, is surreal. I'm used to holding my secrets close to my chest.