Hi guys. Sorry for my delay. It’s been a busy time. Writing doesn’t come easily to me, so it takes some time and energy to get it out.
This part sounds different because I knew while it happened I was going to write about it. I made notes right after and then reconstructed in a form you can read.
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When I found Sveta’s brightly-colored SUV that afternoon, I was excited and a little worried about how fast we escalated our “relationship”. It seemed too fast. Reckless. Not sustainable.
I decided that I would continue to flirt, but use my words instead of touch. At least, not much touching.
When I got in, we smiled hellos. I was in my jeans (slightly stretchy ones, with plenty of room for inevitable erection), and she wore a fit, floral silky blouse and an solid dark a-line (?) skirt, above her knee.
As we pulled away from the curb, and approached the first stop light, I reached my arm over, beneath hers, and rested my fingertips and palm on her leg. Sveta let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for a long time, and bit her lip.