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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.
Why Did You Wait Five Years to Call Me?
The studio smelled of ozone and expensive dust, a sterile environment where he planned to dissect me with a high-definition lens.
Vivian's Montblanc
The way she unzips that dress is a procedural nightmare, a slow-motion violation of every ethics seminar I’ve sat through since the Bar.
Station Four
Her skin tasted like the sea, which was a lie, because we were in the middle of the Tuscan hills, miles from any coast.
I Definitely Didn't Need the Extra Glass
Your mouth tasted like the heavy, iron-rich bottom of a glass of Petit Verdot, and I was already drunk on the proximity.
Marc's Umbrella
You are leaning against the marble countertop of the bar, your knuckles white as you grip a silver Dunhill lighter you do not use.
Did You Really Expect Me to Believe You Had Never Used a Pasta Press Before?
I watched the way your thumb smoothed over the flour on the marble, a rhythmic, unconscious erasure of everything but our immediate proximity.
Leave Your Ring in the Car
The jazz is a jagged thing tonight, all elbows and sour notes, but you are steady as a cast-iron skillet.
Watch the Perimeter
You tasted like copper and rain and that cheap lime seltzer you’d been nursing since the sun went down over the main stage.