“He stood before the door, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Hi. Uh... how are ya? No, no. Hello, Jack. I'm back. Shit, that fuckin' rhymes. Sounds like fuckin' Sesame Street. Hi there. Off with yer clothes. Nothin' like gettin' right ta the… — Jane Seville Copy Share Image
“He seemed uncharacteristically nervous as he reached toward her cheek. He slowly took an errant pink strand of hair between his fingers and tucked it behind her ear. He was so careful, his fingers didn't even brush her skin, but… — Stephanie Garber Copy Share Image
