A man who didn't even know how to use his tongue to kiss me.
One look at this mountain man, and I can tell he knows exactly what to do with his body, where to put his tongue. He stands with arms crossed, sizing me up. I like the way it makes me feel when he looks at me.
Warm, all over. Tingling. Awake.
He uses words more crass than any man I've ever spoken with. I'm never around rough and tumble men. Just the men in my father's congregation.
Standing in this cabin, I feel a long way from church.
I'm sure this man thinks I'm an absolute fool. Showing up here, like I need rescuing.
But I do. I need to be saved.
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