Today's writing

Fact is, she liked him because she wasn’t sure of him. She liked him because he was slippery, not in a slimy way but just unpredictable. He was a new voice in her ear, a fresh taste in her mouth. She didn’t quite know what to make of him and that was as appealing as it was frightening. So often she’d lived for the familiar, the known, the safe and sane. This was a departure and it both intoxicated and repulsed her.