Nera
Subtle prickles on the skin across the back of my neck and, a few moments later, the sound of approaching steps. Slow. Deliberate in their movement.
“I see you finally decided to show up again,” I say, keeping my eyes on the city skyline. “It’s been two months.”
The wood creaks beneath me as my stranger takes a seat on the other end of the bench. “I was never far away, cub.”
“Yeah, keeping tabs on me from a distance. I felt you, you know.” And each time I felt the tingling sensation that’s solely associated with him, I hoped he’d show up so we could continue talking. About nothing. And yet, everything.
“How so?”
“It’s a sixth sense, in a way.” I lift my wine bottle. “Want some?”
“Are you typically this relaxed with men you don’t know?”
“Nope. I guess you’re special.” I turn, m
