Sometimes things just happen. There’s not always a reason or a logical sequence of events that lead up to it. Sometimes you just put two things together and a reaction occurs, like a chemist combining reagents in a lab. The result is a mystery, and there’s no guarantee that what comes of it can even be controlled. This analogy perfectly describes our last meeting. An uncontrollable chemical fire of raw, sexual desire and urgency.
We’ve been talking about meeting for a long time. Promises were made, scandalous texts were written, and photos that we would be mortified to show even our closest friends were sent to each other. Tensions were understandably high when you answered the door to your studio apartment on that weekend and saw me standing there. Out of the blue. You knew I was coming–I just didn’t tell you it was going to be today.