It started in words. Not in touch, stolen glances, but in lines of text that pulled tight like thread, sewn into something neither of us meant to make.

Desire is easy. Restraint is rare. But last night, restraint was just another way of saying: 'I want you.'

Something…​ something else.

Yeah, it was a wash. A lost day. A Wednesday that won’t be remembered. Except for the way it made me need Thursday that much more.

Just two dates, but so much more.