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Viscosity
His hand on my neck felt like a cast-iron skillet—unyielding, retaining a heat that scorched long after the flame went out.
Gallery 19
I pinned her against the cold marble of the pedestal, the scent of her perfume cutting through the expensive air like a flare.
Keep Your Eyes on the Horizon
Her skin was the color of a perfect pour of bourbon, and the rope against it looked like a structural error in a masterpiece.
A Bent Silver Spoon
You didn’t just want my obedience; you wanted the specific way my breath caught when the leather met the back of my thighs.
I Should Have Stayed in My Room
He looked at me across the tasting room like I was a budget deficit he intended to balance with his bare hands.
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"You’re Not Wearing the Bracelet I Sent to Your Hotel"
The bass from the main stage was vibrating the walls of the trailer, a rhythmic thud that matched the way my thumb was hovering over the send button.
Did You Hear the Lock Click?
He has these hands that look like they could build a house or tear one down, and right now, they’re wrapped around my wrists.
Veneer
He didn't ask for permission to touch the small of my back; he claimed it as though he had already seen the deed of title.
Claire's Lanyard
Her skin is the color of expensive stationery and I am about to ruin the margin with every mark I leave.
A Chipped Ceramic Coaster
I watched you bite your lip when the minister mentioned 'forever,' and I knew then that your knees were already bruised from me.
Tent Site B22
Her skin was coated in that fine, glittery festival dust that gets into everything—your lungs, your gear, your memories.
Wait for the Solo
The air in the club was thick with the kind of expensive dust that only accumulates in places where the gin is twenty dollars.