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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.
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.
September 14th, 5:12 AM
You stood there like a goddamn monument to my own poor decisions, dripping wet and holding a stolen bottle of Barolo.
April 12th, 6:14 AM
I’ve spent ten years trying to write a chemistry read that felt half as inevitable as the way your knees bracketed my hips.
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"You're Going to Get Mud on That Silk"
Her skin tasted like expensive gin and the kind of rain that only falls when you’re somewhere you don't belong.
Thursday, 10:14 PM
He leaned against the philosophy section, looking less like a shopkeeper and more like a man waiting for a stunt coordinator to call action.
Can You Feel How Fast My Pulse Is?
His hand was flat against the small of my back, right where the sacrum meets the spine, and he wasn't just checking his alignment.
Will You Be the One to Ruin Me?
The city lights below looked like a scattered pile of gold nuggets in a miner's pan, but Sloane only had eyes for the way Dominic’s suit jacket pulled across his shoulders.
Shut the Trailer Door
The bass from the main stage is a physical assault, a low-frequency hum that settles in my molars and vibrates the gin.