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Julian's Flask
The train rhythm was a pulse in my marrow, a low-frequency hum that made my thighs ache before anyone had even touched them.
I Never Liked the Taste of Champagne Alone.
The mask was meant to conceal our identities, but it actually just amplified the hunger I’d been repressing for three solid months.
A Red Dot on the Baseboard
Julian leaned into my personal space like a hostile takeover, his thumb hooking into my belt loop while the room watched.
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.
—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.
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.
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.