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Parapet
My heels were sinking into the synthetic turf, and Julian was looking at me like I was a layover he didn't mind extending.
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.
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.
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.
Sit on the Edge
If you don't stop looking at my mouth like it is some quarterly KPI report, I am going to have to actually do something about it.