When Jonah was on stage, he was a lightning storm of energy. Sharing the stage with him was exhilarating. Randy could feel the heat coming off him like a kerosene lamp if he stood close enough.
Randy was grateful that the scenes they shared were spaced and brief, as Shakespeare would have it. Words and energies exchanged between us were far less as well, thank the stars.
The chemistry between he and I had me at half mast most of the time. The attraction I felt towards that man has been unequaled in heat and animal magnetism to this day.
If only I registered then that we could have connected in some further way, then we already had. Imagine the fires we could have started if only we'd been alone together again, both of us willing, sober and aware.
Not like the first time, but again, alone with one another, raw and free in the wilderness, to do wickedness.
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