Christine. What a night. White sheets hug her naked body. Skin glows golden. Heart hammers. I crave her again. But I wait. She sleeps. Fin août heatwave. Her birthday chalet party. Mountains isolate us. Laughter,…
The bar air thickens. Shouts echo. That asshole calls me frigid. I snap back, tears burning. Two guys step in—Julien, tall and commanding; Quentin, stocky and solid. They boot him out. Hearts racing, I crumble.…
Two days since Elise. My mind’s a haze. Can’t focus on the Russian novel. Freelance translator, home office in Paris. Deadline looms, but Elise’s touch haunts me. Heat builds inside. I need air. Slip into…
The old stone house quiets. Guests gone. May night warm, sticky air clings. Stephanie collapses on the couch. Her dress hikes up thighs. Châtain hair messy. She smiles, eyes gleaming. Heart races already. One year…