We awoke a few hours later in a drunken-like stupor. I don’t like comparing lovers because it isn’t fair to them, but Winston… (squee!) If I had to pick one dude to sleep with for the rest of my life, it’d definitely be him. Whether he’s just talented or more experienced from being a whole life stage older than me, I’m sold! I don’t need or want to experience anyone else. If there were to be a next guy in my life who is even more accomplished, oh Watcher, take me now because I won’t be able to handle it.
I showered and ate leftover apricot chicken wings while listening to the water run overhead. He felt comfortable enough to go into my private space without asking. I liked that. Also, I need to stop kidding myself about this friendship. We were never going to be friends—not even friends with benefits. Something began to grow between us the moment I let him in my house that night. And it wasn’t just any ol’ something; it’s something strong. That feeling—the trouble I kept feeling myself run toward—scared me. I could easily slip into my old ways and lose myself again. But, if I’m right about this, as I’ve been so far, I will reap what I sow one hundred-fold because we’ll be on the same page. I won’t lose myself. I’ll evolve.
