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Elias's Charcoal

Julian’s thumb traced the line of my jaw, a gesture so proprietary it made my sympathetic nervous system go into a full-body hum.

13 min · 3,775 views · portland gallery

September 14th, 11:22 PM

The wine was a 2014 Syrah, but the only thing I could taste was the salt on Simon’s thumb when he pressed it against my lower lip.

21 min · 560 views · corporate retreat

I Saw Your Hands First.

The wine wasn't the catalyst; it was the way Julian looked at Ben looking at me, a silent permission for the world to tilt.

19 min · 1,990 views · corporate retreat

We Never Actually Finished the Hike

The air at nine thousand feet tastes like cold iron and pine needles, but his skin tasted like salt and expensive bourbon.

17 min · 802 views · high altitude

Surcharge

The ice in Ben’s glass had melted into a single, jagged shard by the time Elias finally put his hand on my knee.

12 min · 508 views · luxury hotel

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.

11 min · 508 views · upscale gallery

"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.

16 min · 263 views · corporate retreat