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.
Timeline
She 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
