five years ago, i would have followed him to the ends of the earth.
he smells like a man should, like head grease and skin and something rough and untamed, a primal scream that echoes in my senses and belongs so many places outside of the walls we need here. his brain sparks in places that i know with my heart, we’ve been in the same dimensions and known the same truths. he’s rough without being asked and unafraid of equal ferocity, needing no introduction to bring me to my knees still biting.
he comes with an expiration date, which is lucky. i could get myself in big trouble very easily.
