51 Stories in 51 Weeks: Week Eighteen
love is a bitch
Welcome to A Most Unreliable Narrator, the slice-of-life newsletter of GenXer around town, Lisa Rabey. I talk about anything and everything with a bit of swears. I’m glad you’re here.
You said no.
My breath caught.
I remember weaving my fingers in your hair as you kissed each thigh with reverence.
I remember my neck arching by your hand.
I remember your intense heat.
While I stood on your porch, wind cut through my jacket.
You shut the door with finality.
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