I’m flirting with Bravery again.
While we have shared a few hot nights together, one of us is always out the door before the snuggling starts.
So, this will no doubt be another brief encounter.
A searing stare across the room.
A fleeting brush of fingertips in the hall.
A whisper that lingers devilishly long in the other’s ear.
Is it perfect?
But the fact that I’m even in the room with Bravery is a thing to behold.