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Why Is the Door Still Ajar?
Silas didn’t move until the sound of the zipper cutting through the air signaled that the perimeter of his self-control had finally been breached.
Don't Look Away
The air was the texture of a heavy cream reduction, thick enough to coat the back of a spoon and tasting of bourbon and brass.
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"I Didn't Think You Had This Much Fight In You"
The condensation on my water glass is the only thing moving in this room, a slow, gravity-fed tear tracing through the dust.
We Should Have Just Read Our Books
The snow was piling up against the cedar siding like a debt I had no intention of ever paying back.
We Really Can't Show Our Faces There Again
The air in the gallery was that specific brand of recycled desert heat, the kind that smells like expensive ozone and desperate ambition.
—it’s actually a very aggressive vintage
Claire watched the spittoon and wondered if there was a polite clinical term for the way the girl’s thumb was tracing the rim of Julian's glass.
Put Your Keys in the Bowl
Caleb tasted like expensive rye and ten years of things we didn't have the guts to say while Elena watched us with that hungry, terrifying smile.
The 12th Floor Ice Machine Alcove
Desire in a mid-range Marriott has a specific, synthetic frequency, like the hum of a mini-fridge struggling against a humid July night.
November 14th, 1:22 AM
The light in the Santa Ynez valley at four o'clock is a specific shade of unearned forgiveness, a gold that lies about your age.
We Only Came for the Wine
Her thumb traced the rim of her glass, catching a stray drop of Sangiovese like she was wiping a secret off my lip.
Saturday, 11:58 PM
You are the structural misalignment I’ve spent three days trying to breathe through, a knot in my psoas that refuses to release.
I Usually Fly Southwest
The compartment smelled of rain-slicked wool and the kind of expensive gin that tastes like you’re licking a primary-growth pine forest.