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Weeks later I’m back at the cafe, the place I met her the first time. Stands to reason she’d be here again. Sure enough,...
Walking down the corridor, I feel like the tapping of my heels is way too loud — as if everybody in the building has an ear...
She likes it when I’m like that. My chest flushed, my breathing erratic, my thighs taut. On the verge, tantalizingly close to a body-racking...
