Kylie
We spend the rest of the day talking and exploring, sharing gentle, loving touches as we learn each other’s bodies. I ask about some thin white scars I find, and he tells me about how he broke his leg trying to impress Sandy Lewis when he was twelve. We laugh, we cuddle, and honestly, I’ve never felt so connected to another being.
Like I know all of him, yet there is so much still to discover.
He offers himself without bias or judgement, he’s an open book. Anything I ask, he answers, and I try to do the same. He doesn’t just wonder about the superficial things though, he digs deep. His questions even have me contemplating the answer and debating it before I reply.
I like it. He talks to me like an equal and considers my opinions, even if he doesn’t agree. He talks it out rationa
