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The hotel room smelled of salt and sunscreen, and the balcony door was cracked open, letting in the sound of waves that seemed to sync with the thrum of my pulse. Maya stood by the window, her sundress thin, backlit by the orange sun. She turned to me, biting…
The hotel room smelled of salt spray and expensive soap, and the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows made the world outside a smeared watercolor of gray and white. I was supposed to be reviewing the concierge schedule, but I couldn't stop watching her.…
The office party was in full swing, a blur of cheap champagne and forced laughter, but all I could see was her. Elena. My boss. She was leaning against the window, the city lights painting her silhouette through the thin fabric of her black dress. She was…
The steam was thick, heavy, wrapping around my skin like a second hand. I was sitting on the top bench, wrapped in a sheet, and he walked in right behind me, not knowing I'd heard every single word he said through the wall. "You sure she's not coming back?"…
The office party was a blur of cheap wine and forced laughter, but all I could see was Maya across the room. She was my yoga instructor, the woman who spent an hour each Tuesday coaxing my stiff body into pretzel shapes, and here she was in a tight black…
The click of the shutter was the only sound in the studio for a long moment, that and the hum of the softbox lights. I was looking at her through the lens, but I didn't see the frame. I saw the curve of her shoulder, the way the light caught the dust motes…
The screen door slapped shut behind me, and I heard his boots on the wooden deck before I turned around. Marcus. Three months of him sitting in my section every Thursday, ordering the same burger, leaving the same too-generous tip, watching me with those dark…
The tent smelled of crushed grass, damp nylon, and her. Maya’s ponytail was still damp from the creek, a few stray strands stuck to her neck. I’d been watching her stretch for the last ten minutes, the way her tank top rode up, the curve of her lower back,…
The scorching midday heat of a small Southern town clung to the skin like wet silk. In the cramped fitting room of the university theater department's storage closet, the air smelled of dust, old velvet, and her light perfume with a hint of apricot. I was a…
“You still wear it.” Mara turned, the navy fabric of her old flight attendant uniform catching the evening wind. Leo stood by the rooftop door, hands in his pockets, that crooked smile I hadn’t seen in three years cutting through the city haze. “It still…
The first time I saw Mia, she was correcting my downward dog with her bare foot on my lower back. "Relax your spine, Daniel," she said, and the pressure of her toes sent a jolt straight to my cock. I'd signed up for evening yoga to fix my posture after too…