I’m that student who whispers the notes into your ear while the professor thinks we’re just playing scales. My body is like a musical instrument: flexible, rhythmic, and in need of sensitive hands. I love surprises. Especially the ones that take your breath away. Like your hand on my waist on a crowded bus. Or the suggestion: “Why don’t we skip sleep tonight and explore the acoustics of your bedroom?” I’m looking for someone who’ll read this and not just blurt out “hey, how’s it going.” Play a game with me. Your move. I promise: for dessert, there’ll be something hotter than my evergreen tea
