May 28, 2006 00:31
"Wanna fuck?"
I remember I blinked at him.
It isn't every day that a guy wanders up to you on the street, pulls a flask of vodka out of his pocket, offers it to you, and asks you that question.
It isn't every day, but then, isn't one day like that enough?
Especially when you end up finding something lasting and miraculous from such a humble beginning.
Kirill looked so good, that day. He always looks good, I've never seen him not look good, to be honest.
But that day?
I was just visiting the city. Thinking of going home. Thinking that it just wasn't my night. Trolling for sex is so hit or miss. I DO have standards. Fairly high ones, I think.
And he made every hair on my body stand up, from that first glance. You know, the one where your eyes meet, for just a split second, and all you can think is: Oh. My. God.
To this day, those words fill a special place in my heart.
He says 'Wanna Fuck?'
I hear 'I love you.'
Don't tell him I said that.
Although, on some level, I'm sure he already knows.
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