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My gaze flipped to him and I was caught, full-force, in his eye contact. It was similar to when I once drove around a blind curve and encountered a deer. It froze, I inhaled, then I swerved and it ran away.
He knows. I lifted my glass of lemonade and rattled the ice, trying to get a piece in my mouth. He knows that I saw him. It was a sliver of possibility that felt as solid as a knife.
— Jun 02, 2019 12:51PM
My gaze flipped to him and I was caught, full-force, in his eye contact. It was similar to when I once drove around a blind curve and encountered a deer. It froze, I inhaled, then I swerved and it ran away.
He knows. I lifted my glass of lemonade and rattled the ice, trying to get a piece in my mouth. He knows that I saw him. It was a sliver of possibility that felt as solid as a knife.
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“You can tell me the truth, Elle. About what you want.”
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Aaron had a bigger build than my husband, his dress shirt tight on his shoulders and biceps.
I’d like to say that my fantasies kept their proper distance from my husband’s best friend, but I had a construction worker fantasy I’d always earmarked for Aaron. Now, my brain reshuffled its Rolodex, slipping this image into the hot executive file as well.
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— May 24, 2019 01:46PM
Aaron had a bigger build than my husband, his dress shirt tight on his shoulders and biceps.
I’d like to say that my fantasies kept their proper distance from my husband’s best friend, but I had a construction worker fantasy I’d always earmarked for Aaron. Now, my brain reshuffled its Rolodex, slipping this image into the hot executive file as well.
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“You like that outfit?” He grabbed for my waist as I fled, lifting me off the floor as if I was a child. “Because I’m about to rip it off of you.”
“No!” I heard the cascade of pages right before my back slammed against the polished wood. “This is fucking Ann Taylor. If you—”
The buttons popped off my shirt like the legs of a can-can line, stunning me into silence. I inhaled sharply. “You have serious problems.”
— May 19, 2019 03:24PM
“No!” I heard the cascade of pages right before my back slammed against the polished wood. “This is fucking Ann Taylor. If you—”
The buttons popped off my shirt like the legs of a can-can line, stunning me into silence. I inhaled sharply. “You have serious problems.”
