For some reason, every time a man is about to leave my house, something shifts in me. The moment he says he has to go, my body reacts like it’s a challenge. It’s like… you’re about to walk out that door, but now I’m wondering if I can pull you back into the moment and make you forget all about leaving.
There’s something about knowing his Uber is outside, knowing he’s supposed to go and watching him hesitate. Watching him choose to stay anyway. The risk of him missing that ride, the fact that he’s willing to be late just for some dick. That does something to me.
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