Human connection

        I
lay awake in his arms thinking about our evening. When I volunteered to cook it
was to reciprocate for the nice things he’d done for me.  I hadn’t anticipated this is how the evening
would end. We’d eased into the whole thing, so comfortably that it shocked me. It
was like we both were in need of the human connection for different reasons,
but it worked.





Casanova Cowboy---a New Adult novel                    Lisa Loomis                           On Amazon