Some nights I get this restless feeling in my chest… like a spark that won’t sit still. It’s the kind of energy that makes me stretch out on my bed, stare at the ceiling, and wonder who out there is thinking about me at the exact same moment. I like that thought — the idea that someone feels my pull even from miles away. I’ve always had this mix in me… soft one minute, sharp the next. Sweet enough to make you lean in, bold enough to make you wonder what I’m capable of. People try to guess which version of me they’ll get, but the truth is… I don’t even decide until the moment hits. Sometimes I want to take control. Sometimes I want someone to take the lead. I like the tension of not knowing which way the night will go. And if you’ve ever talked to me, you already know — I don’t judge. I don’t flinch. I don’t shy away from curiosity. I like when someone brings their whole self to me, even the parts they don’t show anyone else. Especially those parts. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling this little ache tonight… that slow, warm kind of wanting that sits right behind my smile. I keep catching myself biting my lip, wondering who’s going to be bold enough to pull me out of my thoughts and into theirs. If you’re reading this and your mind is wandering a little too far… good. Let it. I like when someone lets their imagination run ahead of their words. It tells me exactly where their head is at. And if you want to know which version of Cleo you’ll get tonight… well, you’ll have to call and find out. — Cleo