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Show Woodworth/13^ gentle, perfect slope up from his eye lid to his brows, chaotic, unruly brows, with hairs growing where they please, the direction they want. She reaches up, and smooths one brow with the ball of her thumb, and he closes his eyes. Her arm is coming from the darkness where her body stands. Longer, thinner than her own. She can feel that it extends back into a different body. Not the damp leaden box of her own body, but a lighter one; she is charged. The cotton layers of her shirt and bra are temptingr iniiriBpiBBB * H M B f t P B, • • • • • • • • W i ^ i M p q B M H M M N i . Her hand travels down his cheek, and he turns his head, kisses her palm. Seductress. Temptress. She returns pressure to his lips, and withdraws her hand. His eyes, watching her- He can't see into her. He can look and look, but all he will see is the ocean inside of her, with no questions, no answers. Silent. He smiles. Picks up his beer and takes a long swallow. "A sexy lady," he says under his breath. "A ve-ry sexy lady." A sexy lady. That's all. That's enough. She looks around at the herds of men that mill around the bar, ties loosened, shirts damp and rumpled, standing into one leg, leaning aginst the bar, elbows propping them, so casual in their male-ness. He finishes his beer. "Want to show me your new apartment?" he asks, and his glass thumps against the bar top like a punctuatj™ m gfe ""n-*-" +n finish her beer- Wants to say no. |
