cross town traffic, early morning coffee on the beach watching the ferry travel in, people moving everywhere, sun hitting the water, nico looking pretty spectacular, me looking pretty dishevelled.
we head back to nicos and fall into bed, our eyes meet for that connection and suddenly all is known, time just slips away, bodies merge and boundaries fall away, i love this honesty, i love the fact there are no agendas here, no pretence, just two wounded veterans with a reprive on a world of hurt amnd pain, no words, no demands, nothing to be said, only one thing we want for the other, to feel safe. two hours of peace, pleasure and safety and right in the middle of it all i say, 'there's a little bit of evil in you.'
she smiles.
'perfect' i say.