my curiosity gets the better of me, and I close my eyes, eager to feel what it would be like. The moment my vision is gone, the rest of my senses heighten. The scent of his cologne becomes more potent, and the feel of his fingers on my skin grows warmer. It’s the same feeling I would get as a child when I’d fall asleep in the car, and my father would bring me into the house, barely waking me as he set me into my bed. It’s a feeling of safety.
