It’s been about a year since I’ve seen my ex. He works across the globe, so we don’t get to see each other that much. I arrive at his house….and we talk and catch up. I pour myself a glass of crown royal apple, which I’ve never had and We joke and We talk about the past year.
I’m just taking in his body the entire time, admiring his build, looking at his eyes and occasionally drifting my gaze slowly downward while he’s distracted. We talk about different topics, mostly that he’s changing careers and so am I. He smoothly walks to his bedroom to show me pictures from his latest trip across the globe. I sit closer to him on the bed. He’s careful and calculated to not touch me. His arm gently grazes my leg and I inch closer. We laugh about his stories and he lays back on the bed, still chatting about his life.