Loose Lips Sink Ships


A gray box

Heart Warming

Heart Aching

Happily Ever After this Holiday Season

There was a pause, infinite, tangible, pressing.  And then he moved, and I mirrored him, and then our lips met.

It wasn’t the kiss of a romance novel.  There were no fireworks, no world-changing, universe bending explosions.  I didn’t lose myself in him.

Instead, I came home.