My thighs niggle me with heat, my skin sticking to the leather and refusing to let me shift in the reading chair. The summer sun torments the roof, tired tin creaking and cracking the silence. My body slouches back and I hoist my thigh over the side of the arm rest, Read more…
Molten lava now fills the void that is my body. I am fire. My insides have liquefied and it’s because of him.
My eyes never leave him as he orders us a drink at the bar. (more…)