I can hear their taunting suggestions of compromise flooding my mind, but I know now that there is a much bigger reason for being with this man than the s****l sport of experimentation. Pierre is unlike any other lover, any other man I’ve wanted. I see myself inside his eyes and somewhere in those unfathomable caverns, I sense traces of despair in him similar to my own.
I know now what Pierre meant when he said I want to ‘know’ you. I’m not sure he understands why he was instinctively drawn to me. But just like him, I’ve known since my eyes first took in his brooding face that I needed to know him. It’s all becoming clear.
Pierre and I frolic about naked in his apartment making spaghetti, which is all he has in his fridge to eat. Then we drink wine, get a little silly, watch an old Kath
