There is a sensation in the fingertips. A raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart, is solid and heavy. Dependable. She knows she can hold it there and be careful. But the mirror …
being thought of is addicting
You called me first thing this morning. I had only left you a few short hours ago. you think of me. And, to know you are being thought of is addicting. Alluring even. The power someone has to make you feel wanted is their greatest power. When they are sitting there looking at you like …
Dixie's Road Trip 