First Impression: “Wow. Impressive.”
Now, I’m Sort Of Compelled To Read More…
…And More. 😉

Anca Dunavete


Our bodies brushed together. I was getting closer and closer. For a while I remembered what it’s like to be young and scared and wanting so badly to give yourself away, because you don’t know what to with all that’s been given to you.

You do it with your eyes shut and your mind on fire and a burning desire to never get yourself back. Not the way you were, anyway. There I was again, trying to negotiate a new, changed self with a man, since God, whom I had, at that point, turned into some sort of business partner – ‘I’ll be a good girl, just make this and that come true’ – seemed to have run out.

His grip got tighter as the minutes and strangers passed by. His body was warm, his breath smelled of alcohol and mint, and his skin of strong cologne. His eyes moved up and down…

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