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I wouldn’t call it love at first sight; a spark perhaps. An infatuation. A chemical attraction.
His eyes, his intoxicating scent, his smile — fuck, his smile was easy to drown in.
The questioning, the wondering, the desire of intimacy and connection with another man finally came to fruition in a Podunk Idaho town on a rainy December night as we fell into bed, 24 hours after we met. Laying in the shelter of his arms was like coming home, so natural, our naked bodies intertwined. A one night stand turned into an ephemeral fling … and a wish for something more.
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