Tempted To Touch

Dear Today I learned that 'straight' might have been my longest-running lie. I was only supposed to get his attention—fish him out of the crowd and pass him on to my friend. When he revealed I was more his type, I recoiled. I was straight, and he was a man, and no amount of jawline and tattoos could change that. Except… that voice, the words he spoke, the way he saw me, all kept me up at night, filling me with questions that demanded answers. I didn't know his number. I didn't know his n...