I keep looking around as if other people can tell what I did with Michael yesterday. And then I catch myself because maybe I want them to know, and that all feels very confusing. I’ve never thought of myself as sexy, or as someone who enjoys sex. Yet here I am, reliving every blissful moment again and again. Physically and emotionally, it feels very, very good. Tiny muscles I didn’t remember have been activated, and every step I take carries a gentle reminder of our ...