The Masks We Wear by CD Rachels

Every Halloween, we meet at a party.
And every Halloween, we keep the masks on as we give in to the undeniable desires we have for each other in the dark.
He lights up my body up like no one else. His mouth, his hands, and his heart are attuned to mine in ways I could never describe. I don’t know his name, I haven’t even seen his full face yet, but every year our connection runs deeper. And as the months go by, I cling to the memory of his voice, his scent, and the taste of every inch of his skin.
Is he some Halloween illusion? Is he a dream, making me admit things out loud I’ve never told anyone else?
Will I ever see him again on any other night? And more importantly, if I do, will he like the man he sees without the mask?