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Miles Away, Coming Closer
The screen glows in the dark room, a cold, blue rectangle of possibility pressed against my palm. Outside, the rain has finally stopped, leaving the city slick and reflective under a bruised purpl...
The Last Lesson We'll Ever Learn
The rain streaked the conference room windows, turning the city lights into smeared constellations. Julian sat back in his leather chair, the final page of the contract lying between them on the p...
A Tangled Afternoon of Furniture and Feelings
The moving truck had been gone for three days, but I hadn't worked up the nerve to introduce myself. From my kitchen window, I'd watched him wrestle with boxes that seemed too heavy for one person...
Whispers in the Wedding Closet
My sister looked like a vision in white, but all I could see was him.
The Heat That Lingered After the Storm
I should have checked the weather app one more time before we left cell service behind. That’s what I keep telling myself as another fistful of rainwater finds the exact seam above my forehead and...
The Rivalry's Unexpected Heat
The elevator doors slid shut with a hushed, final sound, sealing Leo Thorne and Marcus Sterling into a mirrored cage that smelled of stale perfume and ozone. The silence between them was a solid, ...
What Happened in the Private Room
The air in the private jet was thick with cologne and anticipation. My best man, Carter, clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, his breath already smelling of expensive bourbon.
Hands That Know
You’re lying face down on the massage table, the crisp white sheet tucked firmly under your hips. The room smells of eucalyptus and sandalwood, a clean, calming scent piped through hidden speakers...
Uncharted Depths of Silence
The air tasted of recycled sweat, stale coffee, and the faint, metallic kiss of the deep. Lieutenant Alexei Volkov had long since stopped noticing it.
The app matched them as...
The notification pinged on my phone with a soft, hopeful chime. I’d just about given up on the app, this new one specifically designed to help people in their thirties find *friends*.
The Rhythm of Our Shared Verse
The poetry reading was pretentious but the poet was beautiful.
The Years Between and Your Blue Eyes
The bar was exactly as I remembered it, which was the first surprise. The second was the way my heart hammered against my ribs when I saw him.
The Spotter's Forbidden Rep
My spotter is going to kill me.
Scrum in the Steam
The scent of victory is a particular cocktail. It’s the iron-tinge of blood from a split lip, the sharp medicinal bite of deep heat rub clinging to aching muscles, and the honest, earthy smell of ...
His Other Father's Hands
The first time I saw him, I was pushing Maya on the swings and wondering if I’d remembered to put sunscreen on her shoulders. She was kicking her legs, demanding “higher, Daddy, higher,” and I was...