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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.
Slide the Bolt
She didn’t look like a woman who took the train by necessity; she looked like someone hiding in plain sight, waiting for a reason to stop.
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"You Always Did Have an Eye for a Bad Investment"
The silk of her slip dress felt like a liability, a thin barrier between her professional reputation and the heat radiating off Julian's chest.
We Signed a Liability Waiver for This
His hand was a hot, calloused weight against my lower back, a direct violation of the three-foot rule we’d both signed off on.
Not Exactly a Recovery Day
The cedar bark was rough against her shoulder blades, and the air up here was too thin to sustain the way we were breathing.