Not in bed. In the head. They want the filthy girl until she asks what Saturday looks like. That is when they need space first.
Tag: intimacy
It is a man who liked attention, not the Tuesday. Stop dressing it as complexity. If he cannot say what this is, it is nothing.
Do not guess like you are brave. Ask. Then do it like you meant the answer. Confidence is listening with your hands still on me.
Water and a check in are not deluxe. They are basic. If you can take your clothes off you can ask if I got home.
He wants a number so he can decide if I am allowed. Count the men who stayed kind. That figure tells more than a tally.
Anyone can copy a move. Fewer check my face. The ones I keep thinking about did not perform. They paid attention and then stayed human.
I can hear the message being recorded next door. Then it pings my phone. We live six feet apart and still perform distance like strangers.
A wrist in his story is not commitment. It is cover. If I am good enough for his bed I am good enough for face.
Believe the first draft. Not ready means not for you, not right now, not ever with anyone who asks for a Saturday in public honestly.