Sharing such an intimate and personal thing made me feel exposed and a little dirty.
He gave me a novel about fetishes written in 1928 called "Story of the Eye" by Georges Bataille and halfway through the book I realized that I very very much wanted to have sex with this boy.
I knew he was into yoga. I just figured his quarter-life crisis was taking even more of a new-age turn. A little more granola than I usually like in a guy, but this wasn’t very serious so I would let it slide.