Until I Wrote Him
“You can tell a lot about a man from the way he touches things, a wine glass, a steering wheel, your lower back…”
She trails off, smirking, and we all dissolve into laughter again.
“Okay,” Operah says, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Let’s make this interesting. Describe your man in three words. No thinking.”
“Intense,” I blurt out. “Controlled. Addictive.”
There’s a beat of silence, all three women exchange looks.
“Oh honey,” Kimberly says softly. “You’re already gone.”
I glance down, flustered. “I didn’t say…”