And then, he follows me there. He walks up close behind me, his cologne heavy and intoxicating. He says nothing, deadly silent; simply breathing, existing.
He might just be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He has sharp, distinct features. He’s actually younger than I thought, probably closer to my age, but his stubble and gaunt features make him appear much older.
Of course, I wanted it. The thrill only making me want him more. The bigger fear was of him not following me and me not getting to experience this man….