He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

But as I start walking to work, I can’t shake the image of Chloe’s smile, the

sound of her laugh. I tell myself this is the last time, that I’ll stop coming to the café, stop following her. Okay . . . I’m a liar. I miss her already.

Obsession has a flavor. I can taste it on my lips.

Nice Jack. Gentleman Jack. Fireman Jack, who is always there to help. She hasn’t met the real Jack. The Jack who is creeping outside her window.

You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a

woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.

Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.

This girl is going to be the death of me, or at the very least, the giver of some gnarly blue balls.

A kink love triangle for the holidays? Yes, that’s what I’ve found myself in. My own fault, of course.