Prologue
I'm writing this down, in part so I remember. All the good, and the not so good, the conflicted feelings, sweet torments, the sweat and the sighs and the sidelong glances. I'm writing this down so I remember what it felt like, from start to finish. I don't want to lie to myself later, make excuses or shrug it off. This happened.
I'm writing this down so I can look back on it and remember the smell of the forest and the warm embrace of its mornings. I'm writing this down so I can laugh about it, and not cry.
I'm writing this down to remind myself that it's possible to be naughty and feel nice at the same time. I'm writing this down because I'm not sorry about liking s*x.
I'm writing this down because it was about so much more than that...
