Marilyn

I tell myself not to overthink. It’s the worst thing I can do. Pushing the doubts and concerns of tomorrow out of my head, I demand of myself to live in the here and now. This present is what I’ve dreamed of.

Ricky’s toned body is the flame, drawing me closer. I’m a moth hopelessly attracted to his presence and purposely not heeding the dangers. Beneath the tips of my fingers, I sense each and every indentation, each muscle and ...