A Night of Softness, Wine, and Familiar Chemistry
Chemistry has its own mood. You cannot force it, and you definitely cannot fake it. When it is there, you feel it almost straight away. It is in the air before anything even happens. In the way someone looks at you when she walks in. In the little pause before the first hug. In that quiet awareness that the night might become something delicious before either of you says it out loud…
diary by Zoey
