*Meadow*

The mixed sensations of the delicious food added to our favorite wine paled in comparison to the feelings my own body felt as we ate slowly in silence. The music seemed to conspire against me, revealing my thoughts. "You get the fever... you get the itch... and you forget about the mess you were in..." sang Keb Mo while I tried to convince myself it wasn’t a mistake; and that was all it took for me to get cold and uncomfortable.

He spread his legs a little wider, and ...