Mar 29, 2020
THERE IS a bottle of whiskey on her table, and it feels like the first time theyโd met. Itโs almost empty by now, the two of them curled in chairs, spilling drunken secrets while going shot for shot. It was romantic in its own way, and she was a fool for indulging it. Genevieve knew better, but it was just so damned hard to say no to someone, to something youโd already fallen for. Her grin was warm and lazy, leaning forward as elbow met the table, allowing palm to catch her chin. โYou can sleep on the couch, if youโd rather not stumble home.โ She wanted him there, close, safe. Maybe, she also wanted him to make a move, but instead she played it chaste, and safe.
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