Rough Rough Rough draft
Let’s start at the beginning . . .
I was driving to Las Vegas with a man who I barely knew. The sun had set hours ago and we had been up for days. He was the owner of a company I had been doing business with for a few months. I was his vendor and his name was Jeremy. The sky was dark, maybe there were stars out maybe even a moon somewhere out there but I had no idea.
He was not the type of guy I normally went out with but I found him attractive nonetheless. He had broad shoulders, strong arms and he stared at me with intensity in his eyes. I had been trying to put this feeling into words but the words eluded me. I suppose he made me feel warm. Such a simplistic way to describe it but the feeling wasn’t simple. The warmth I felt wasn’t romantic or comforting warm like a soft blanket on a rainy day or coffee in front of a fireplace on a cold morning . . . It was different than anything I had felt before. He made me feel like some kind of nuclear energy was emanating from my core. It was a physical feeling that I couldn’t deny. The energy surrounded my spine and warmed my soul. It was something I had never dreamed of let alone felt before.He was mine, I was his and I was whole.
The logical part of my consciousness was screaming for me to slow down and stop thinking like this, to pull away, turn the car around and go home. I needed space and time to figure out a plan; evaluate the situation and try to make sense of it all. But I didn’t want to. Without my safety blanket of logic and rational thought I finally felt free.
