My First Time by the River: The Heat of Provence Broke Me Open
I stood in the dim café, heart hammering like a rookie on his first bust. Milou’s eyes locked on mine, cool but flickering. I’d blurted it out—need a secret river spot, you guiding. Her silence stretched. Sweat beaded under my collar. This wasn’t just a dip; it was crossing a line. Years as a cop,…