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Elias’s Cufflink
His thumb was tracing the line where my stocking ended and my thigh began, a slow, deliberate trespass that ruined my focus.
—because the lobby was too bright
Julian’s hand is a heavy, warm weight on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd like he owns the floor.
Luster
Her skin was that perfect, translucent white of a blanched almond, and just as firm when I pressed my thumb into the soft meat of her hip.
The Green Room
He tasted like expensive gin and the sort of reckless ambition that only survives in basement clubs after two in the morning.
Julian's Decanter
Julian held the crystal over the guttering candle, his thumb tracing the rim as if he were checking a witness’s pulse for lies.
November 9th, 9:22 PM
My psoas muscle, usually the first thing to tighten under stress, felt like it was melting into the gallery floor.
A Frozen Brass Deadbolt
He looked at me like a breach of contract I couldn't litigate my way out of, all sawdust and winter wind.
I Probably Should Have Just Read My Book
The California Zephyr has this way of making you feel like the laws of physics—and morality—don't apply once you hit the Nevada border.
November 12th, 5:02 AM
The lace of your mask was digging into your temple, a minor penance for the way you were looking at my throat.
July 19th, 11:41 PM
Her spine had this perfect, lateral curve as she reached for the railing, a mobilization of the thoracic vertebrae that made my own breath hitch.
I Was Supposed to Be Working
You look like you're trying to calculate the ROI on looking at me, and honestly, the math isn't checking out.
—and I promise I wasn't looking for a lead
He watched the way the compression fabric of her leggings fought against the curve of her hip, a silent, high-tension drama.