That First Night with Michèle: Decades of Desire Ignited Near Toulouse
Near Toulouse, her house. A few months after those December texts. Heart slamming like a kid’s first crush. But we’re old now. Wrinkles, scars, histories heavy as lead. Door opens. Michèle there. Tall, enigmatic still. Paris grace faded but magnetic. Eyes lock. Air thickens. Sweat beads on my neck already. We’d danced this dance decades….