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!["You’re Not Wearing the Bracelet I Sent to Your Hotel"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you’re-not-wearing-the-bracelet-i-sent-to-your-hotel"-726-cover-1777536060331.jpg)
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.
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.
Your hands were behind your back, your wrists crossed, and for a second, the only sound was the tide hitting the rocks.
The way you stood before the charcoal sketch of the dead orchard, your knees locked and your hands behind your back, was the only honest thing in that room.
!["You Know What Happens to Books That Stay Unopened"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you-know-what-happens-to-books-that-stay-unopened"-471-cover-1775998167964.jpg)
The weight of the silence in the shop was like a reduction sauce—thick, concentrated, and smelling faintly of things that had simmered too long.
!["I Didn't Say You Could Swallow"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"i-didn't-say-you-could-swallow"-80-cover-1775998051877.jpg)
The air in the cellar was thick, a heavy blanket of damp earth and French oak that made the high-altitude dryness of my real life feel like a hallucination.
The steam made the room feel like a poorly edited draft, all the edges blurred until only the pressure of his thumb remained.
She rests the condensation-slick glass against the pulse point of her neck, watching him through the distortion of a cheap, rented flute.
Beneath the glittering skyline, a game of power and vulnerability begins where every word is a touch and every silence a command.
Locked away by a blizzard and a decade of secrets, they finally discover that some walls are meant to be breached.