The cloudy haze made it hard for her to see him as they sat in his truck and sparked one. She was venturing into uncharted territory and the thrill excited her. He knew how to make the clouds lower and it was a trip she didn’t want to miss.
He was all too simple. She was all too intricate for him. Stitched with a million different seams, she was a beautiful complexity, but what would either of them see as they stared at one another? Who was he, she wondered?
Staying sober never lasted long when they were alone and the sexual tension between them made it hard to deny what her body wanted and what her heart wanted to stay out of. She was intrigued, but much of her curiosity went untouched. She knew he wanted to explore the depths of her sexuality and not the deep end of her mind. She was okay with the words he wasn’t saying, but she yearned for more than sweet kisses and a good fuck. She wanted to share dreams, fears, aspirations, nightmares, and memories, but sober wasn’t his thing.
She told him all she wanted was for him to see her, but the cloudy haze made it hard for her to see him. So she held back her passion and much like using a small cage to trap a large beast, she wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.