The man’s clean clothes have already gotten ruined with dirt and sweat that I’m going to have to try and wash out. His wild grin is too goofy and his laugh is obnoxiously loud and he’s so, so perfect. Too many feelings swirl around in my chest when I look at him. Thinking about last night still turns me on, but the lust is consumed by something so much bigger it feels like a force of nature. I love him, desperately and utterly. I always have, even before it had a name.
