The nervousness melted into adrenaline with every breath. The smell of the grass still excites me, its dampness against my skin the sweetest sensation.
The detour I took to shake the crowd whatever the weather. I’d often run that dry dusty path just to hear him breathe, to hear him burn for me.
Hands full of lust, skin drenched from the thrill of it. Reckless abandon racing through my veins. The universe stood still there, alone together.