Precarious Paramour
A modern tale of jealously and sexual ennui by Holly Current
I look past him, willing headlights to emerge through the trees that line the dirty one-way street. Perrin turns and does the same. Our anticipation is palpable in the air. I feel as though I can grab it, wring it out, and produce moisture, like I could my damp dress.
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