[He isn’t sure he’ll ever feel this way again for how peculiar it is. That heated flare of desire and continued intrigue, mirrored opposite of a lazy comfort. Time itself moves slowly yet has sharpened its needlepoint to this one moment, this one person. It’s dreamlike. Surreal.
He finds he wants the same things as her, and he has no desire to question it.]
no subject
He finds he wants the same things as her, and he has no desire to question it.]
As the lady wishes. Then…
[Oh, the very hard part. Rearranging oneself.]
You sit. Back against the chaise.