Thursday, July 15, 2010

so it goes

I met someone on Sunday. The first night, he held my hand the entire time we slept, despite having not even kissed.

Monday, we went to Eleven Madison Park, his fingers grazing the hemline of my dress while his palm rested on my knee as we sampled a decadent seven course tasting menu.

I asked him on Tuesday, "Is it OK if I call you 'Daddy?'" and his body trembled.
"I love that," he replied, reaching for my throat, kissing me hard.