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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.
Organized Chaos
The way Julian looked at me across the tasting table had all the subtle, expensive violence of a hostile takeover bid.
Will You Still Look at Me That Way When the Wine Wears Off?
Your thumb was hooked into my belt loop, dragging the denim just enough to let the draft hit my skin while the stove hummed.
October 19th, 6:02 PM
I watched your thumb trace the spine of that paperback with a deliberate pressure that made me wonder how you’d handle a living thing.
Bungalow 9
His thumbs found the knot in my shoulder with the practiced, ruthless precision of a man shucking oysters for a hungry crowd.
I Never Told Him What Happened at Homecoming
She looked at me across the crowded alumni tent, her smile a footnote to a story we hadn’t finished writing ten years ago.
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.
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.
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.