Sensual Surrender

I crack open my Private Locker. The one in my head, bolted shut for a year. This secret’s been festering. Tonight, adrenaline surges. I spill it raw. Just for you. Early July heat. Days from vacation. Céline’s note hits me: ‘Tomorrow evening, dinner. You do nothing. I handle it. 8 PM. Dress sharp.’ Unusual. My…