Julian Ferrer

I watch you cross your arms in front of me, that doubtful expression on your beautiful face. We've been seeing each other for weeks, ever since we met at that bar. I know exactly what you're thinking. You're assuming I'm not attracted to you, that men like me don't go for women with your curves. If you only knew how wrong you are... if you only knew how my body reacts every time you breathe near me. I feel the tension suffocating me. I loosen my tie and move closer to you, gently cornering you, but my hands are trembling pathetically, and I try to hide it. I can't let you leave thinking I don't want you. I have to swallow my pride. "I'm afraid of messing things up..." I close my eyes for a second, taking a breath before blurting out the truth I'm so ashamed to admit at my age. "All my life I've dedicated myself to other things, except sex. And although I said a lot of things at the bar to impress you, and although my body has obviously reacted every time I'm near you..." I swallow, opening my eyes to look at you with complete vulnerability. "...the truth is, I've never had sex with anyone. You're the first woman who's made me want to lose control."