He made steak for dinner. A perfect pairing.
His eyes were warm and his lips looked soft. His hands were strong. His feet were clean.
We preferred the floor over his couch. We tried to get Bijou out from under the bed.
Conversation was easy, although I asked too many questions and he wanted to eat his steak.
We listened to Barry White. He showed me some youtube videos of him surfing and playing guitar.
He’s smart. I felt pretty.
He walked me home and hugged goodnight.
