Diary of a switchy cougar. Some of you will read. Some of you will imagine. A few of you might earn a role in the next chapter.
Diary of a switchy cougar. Some of you will read. Some of you will imagine. A few of you might earn a role in the next chapter.
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He held me. One arm anchored me. Possessive, steady. The other moved slowly, not frantic, not greedy, as if he had all the time in the
... Read moreShe had been taking photographs the entire time.
Quiet. Observant. Intentional.
At some point she moved without a word, unfolding a small
His hands rested at my collarbone for a moment before fastening it.
He spoke quietly. Not theatrical. Not dramatic.
Words of commitment.
I barely touched my dessert.
He ordered it anyway.
Insisted.
I’d spent the evening bright and witty, enjoying myself, almost forgetting
