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Her skin was the color of a perfect pour of bourbon, and the rope against it looked like a structural error in a masterpiece.
!["I Bet You Say That to All the Clerks"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"i-bet-you-say-that-to-all-the-clerks"-189-cover-1779782458402.jpg)
The way you leaned against the shelf was as deliberate as a lawyer in a Savannah courtroom, all sharp angles and unearned confidence.
Her skin had the texture of a well-worn Manduka mat—grippy, warm, and resilient—against the cold industrial concrete of the studio floor.
Julian’s hand was a heavy, warm anchor on my thigh, mocking the ‘Quiet Car’ sign while his thumb traced the seam of my stockings.
His thumb hooked into the waistband of my shorts, dragging the denim down just enough to expose the white line of my hip bone.
The ice in Ben’s glass had melted into a single, jagged shard by the time Elias finally put his hand on my knee.
Julian leaned into my personal space like a hostile takeover, his thumb hooking into my belt loop while the room watched.
The salt air is doing things to your hair that your stylist in the Loop would probably categorize as a breach of contract.
He looked at me across the tasting room like I was a budget deficit he intended to balance with his bare hands.
The friction of your thumb against the inside of my wrist was more disruptive than the forty-thousand dollar canvas hanging to our left.
I was a senior associate with a corner-office trajectory and a closet full of charcoal wool, yet I let him unmake me.
!["I Didn't Think You Had This Much Fight In You"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"i-didn't-think-you-had-this-much-fight-in-you"-563-cover-1777968060381.jpg)
The condensation on my water glass is the only thing moving in this room, a slow, gravity-fed tear tracing through the dust.