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September 12th, 11:42 PM
Julian’s hand on the small of my back wasn’t a gesture of support; it was a territorial claim written in heat and wool.
I Definitely Didn't Sign Up for the Knife Skills
You were wearing that apron like you’d never seen a kitchen before, which is funny, considering you were the one holding the butcher knife.
Gideon’s Stopwatch
The subject’s skin displayed a faint sheen of exertion, the salt crystallizing against his forearm like frost on a Sedona morning.
A Dent in the King-Sized Pillow
You’re leaning against the minibar like you’re waiting for a quarterly earnings report, but your eyes are telling a much more expensive story.
August 14th, 11:22 PM
The bass from the main stage was a physical pressure in my chest, a rhythmic reminder that I was wasting my pulse.
Peel the Mask
Her skin tasted of salt and expensive gin, a combination that made my mouth water like a steak hitting a white-hot skillet.
I Definitely Should Have Taken the Earlier Train
He looked at me with the kind of focused intensity I usually reserved for fact-checking a deputy mayor’s expense report.
Julianne's Zippo
The smell of her hair was exactly the same, a mix of expensive salon products and the faint, metallic bite of lighter fluid.
I Knew You Were Still My Problem
Her hand was flat against my chest, feeling the heart rate I couldn't lie about, while the party roared behind us like a jet engine.
The Red Velvet Seat in Row J
You always were a terrible liar, Julian, and that suit is doing things to your integrity that I find personally offensive.
Did You Honestly Believe I’d Let You Walk Away After That Comment About the Tannins?
He tasted like woodsmoke and expensive ego, and I realized right then that my therapist was going to have a very long Monday.
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"You’re Bleeding Interest Every Second You Stand Over There"
I watched the condensation on her glass track a slow, deliberate path down her thumb, mirroring the way my focus descended.