Dearest Milton James

by N.R. Walker

I tried the online thing once. It was very misleading. I mean, it wasn’t a dating app exactly, but H&M sent a notification to my phone that said two tops for the price of one, and believe me, that was not the case.”

“I mean it. I might look a little feisty on the outside, but I am complete marshmallow on the inside.” He seemed to find that amusing. “Feisty marshmallow. Got it.”

Julian put his hand on my arm. He looked two parts concerned, four parts amused, a billion parts sexy as fuck. I never was any good at maths.

“Can you see me without your glasses?” He smiled. “Yes. You’re the most beautiful blur I’ve ever seen.”