Adventure
Outdoor passion, travel encounters, spontaneous locations
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She Kept Stealing My Bourbon
The condensation on my glass was the only cold thing in Manhattan, until she pressed her wrist against my neck.
Insulation
Elias looks at the generator like he’s trying to convince it to surrender, which is exactly how he used to look at me during Christmas dinner.
The Sticky Rim of a Negroni Glass
I could see the pulse in your neck jumping, a little frantic bird trapped under your skin, and I knew exactly how to quiet it.
Wyatt's Sharpening Stone
The way he looked at me wasn't a glance; it was a reconnaissance mission, and I was wide open for the taking.
—she was holding a book she wasn’t reading
The ice in her cup had melted into a flat, gray slurry, but she kept stirring it with a plastic straw, looking at me like I was a problem she was looking forward to solving.
Plastic Marble
The humidity in the ballroom was a physical weight, pressing the scent of expensive gin and industrial floor wax into the back of his throat.
Can You Honestly Say You Expected the Fire Alarm?
You looked like a man who had just lost a multi-million dollar account, or perhaps found something much more interesting in the stairwell.
There’s No Graceful Way to Sit on a Rolling Ladder
I’m fifty-one, and I’ve written enough sex scenes to populate a small town, but doing it on a mahogany floor is a different plot twist.
Ballast
She had a way of looking at her phone that suggested she was waiting for a ransom demand or a very specific apology.
Fast Slow
He tracked the line of her throat like a melody he’d been humming for a decade but finally found the words for.
Rough Smooth
He didn’t look at the dough. He looked at me, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line through the flour on the marble.
Leo's Lighter
You smell like the dust of the Cascades and the specific, metallic salt of a man who’s been working in the sun for ten hours.