Blind date

I met a guy in a chatroom. He asked me out. I had never seen his face, only the things he told me—tall, athletic, good-looking. I figured it was all talk. Then he stepped through the door and shut it behind him. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he hadn’t lied. Broad shoulders, lean waist, the kind of man who looks even better up close. Heat moved low in my belly right away. He was exactly my type. I felt my lips part, already wet, already wanting.