whitney

She suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the things that each of her senses are taking in. “What are you thinking?” The woman asks, resting her chin on her heaven-sculpted arms as she leans on the edge of the pool. “Just thinking how breathtaking you are”. She sounds unsure, and immediately worries that she has crossed some kind of unspoken boundary. The woman smiles in response. Not a meek,…

Maybe it’s late. Or maybe I was telling the truth when I told her I loved her. My skin crawled that night – Like I was covered in ants that left me in a ticklish bliss, wishing I could feel her skin too. Would she feel every touch the way my skin does? I couldn’t ever miss this. Not in the summertime, or in the winter. Or any of the time that passed by in between. Maybe it was the alcohol – A…