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Shadows Fall Behind (Part 2/3)
I considered telling him no, that I would continue to sleep just as well on the settee, but there was something in his eyes and the way his fingers tangled in my hair that caught my attention. It took me a moment to place his expression. After all, it had been three years since anyone had looked at me that way. Now that I was once again ( Read more... ) -
Shadows Fall Behind (Part 1/3)
I have often chided my Boswell for the romanticism with which he taints our adventures, and so it is with some reluctance that I say the first sight of him after my long absence caused my breath to catch and my chest to feel suddenly constricted. I gaped for a moment. He stood there on the cobblestones, not four feet away from me, and he thought ( Read more... ) -
A Survey of Scars: Part II
We did not discuss that evening. When I had awakened the following morning, he had been gone and only a shallow indention in the pillow and a stray hair, far too pale to be my own, indicated that he had been there. Our lives carried on in their familiar pattern. There were dinners and concerts and cases. There were evenings that I ( Read more... ) -
slash has ruined me.
I just read the phrase "I'm not an anal planner' in a book that I'm editing, and I snickered. It seems I have become quite inadvertently dirty-minded.