by Lunna Raven
I don’t like his perfumed shirt I keep next to my bed, but my body trembles when I look at him.
I try, but can’t find depth in him, yet I drown when I fall in his gaze. He’s insecure, so am I.
I’m afraid of how he might react when he gets to my core. He’s used to uncomplicated, plain women and I’m anything but.
The truth is, I’m not sure if I want him in my life or not.