Monday, March 5, 2018

Day 63.

She watched the door. Every time it opened, she tensed, her body getting just a little warmer, just enough to start her skin to ridden from her chest up. She should've grabbed that scarf. No amount of makeup could disguise the heat, excitement, anxiety, embarrassment and shame she was feeling. And no amount of wine could ease it.
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