Fantasy
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A Torn Laminate Pass
His thumb hooked into the waistband of my shorts, dragging the denim down just enough to expose the white line of my hip bone.
Do You Feel the Bass in Your Teeth?
The bass from the main stage didn't just vibrate the air; it rearranged the marrow in my bones until I was hers.
Crazing
Her laughter had the texture of expensive stationery—heavy, slightly abrasive, and hinting at a message I wasn't quite ready to decode.
A Copper Bolt, Thrown
I had spent a decade teaching students that 'show, don't tell' was the ultimate commandment, but as his tongue traced the architectural line of my hip, I realized I had never understood the weight of a physical verb.
Fracture
Elara felt the vibration of his intent before he even spoke, a low-frequency hum that settled deep in her marrow.
Solid Smoke
Her fingers were stained purple with juice from the crushed blackberries, a messy contrast to the clinical precision of her knife work.
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"I'm Not Sure Which Part of You Is the Ocean"
My psoas muscle, usually a tight knot of professional composure, simply dissolved the moment his saltwater-slicked hand found the small of my back.
—but the rain hasn't stopped since Tuesday
I touched the copper rim of the basin and felt a spark jump all the way to my tailbone, sharp as a needle.
I Knew You Would Be Here
The resonance between us isn't a metaphor; it's a physical vibration that rattles my molars every time you step within ten feet.
Your Heart Is Moving Too Fast
She was vibrating at a frequency that would have shattered a lesser man, a high, sharp C-sharp that tasted like lightning.
June 14th, 10:22 PM
She stood in the center of my studio, a spill of silver light against the rough cedar walls, looking like something I’d have to shoot my way out of.
Treatment Room Six
The cooling wards in this place are a joke when you’re looking at me like I’m a cold beer after a July ruck.