Pulse quickening, heart racing. Did this actually happen, did we actually talk about this? The opening of the soul, the creation of vulnerability, it all just seemed to happen. But it was relaxed, natural. So effortless was the conversation, not once did either hesitate or…
“Another glass?”, Oliver asked the young woman curled up on his sofa, wrapped in the warmth of the fleece blanket that only ever seems to get used when she is around. “Thank you” came the positive, yet delicate response, and the empty glass was raised.…
