January, 2015. A long-anticipated visit from a distant would-be lover.
I was twenty five then, and Leon two or so years younger than I. We had been speaking for quite some time, had even met before, but this would be the first time we saw each other since crossing the boundary from friendship into something more. My body thrummed in anticipation for days beforehand. As the time drew near, we sent increasingly tender messages to each other, our mutual eagerness mounting. When we finally met, it was sweet beyond telling, though not without some coltish awkwardness. I was… sensitive, back then, and he was the epitome of German bluntness. He was a virgin when we first slept together; I, on the other hand, was involved with a couple of other men (which he knew). Eventually, though, our edges smoothed out against each other’s, our fumbling turning to fireworks.