My First Surrender: Wild Night with Julien in Lille
Late July in Lille, near the Grand-Place. Goddess statue watches over us. Heat lingers. I’m at a cafe table, spooning melting ice cream. Julien across from me, eyes sparking mischief. He’s been poking at me for minutes. I snap back. Hearts race already. He calls out my blog confessions. Too open, he says. I jump…