*Senya*
I had anticipated that he might sulk or mope about, perhaps even get angry with me and refuse to play, but I had wanted to gauge the type of man he truly is. For some reason it had been important as the moment of actually being intimate with him grew closer to becoming a reality, as the intensity with which he looked at me had seeded doubts as to whether I can truly go through with the venture.
But of all the reactions I had expected of him, laughter had never been considered. I rather wish he hadn’t laughed. It is boisterous and joyous, reaching deep down inside me and it makes me want to laugh when I haven’t done so in months, perhaps years. Not full laughter, not the sort that made my eyes water with tears.
He grins at me as though I have suddenly been crowned queen, as thou
