A 30's Vintage CarI don't know what enchants Evan enacted with his bewitching beam to lure me towards him. Maybe it's the way his coarse fingers move on my visage, his touch is so gentle. Each and every inch of my skin feels it. The way his lips imbibe mine like they are substance and he is addicted to them. My heart rate elevates every time we forge contact. Or maybe it's just the way he eyes me. It seems like he has been looking at me for eons. Our intimacy does something mystical to me. My whole frame blooms