Framed in a Stare: One – Garage and Cacti
"That wasn’t sweat leaking down her spine—it was the first flicker of knowing she was going to be fucked, whether she wanted to admit it or not."
Some habits are so ingrained in people that you could easily label them as compulsions. I was halfway through my routine when she arrived—slightly flustered, barely exchanging looks, smiles, or words with anyone. Determined.Still, it was enough for me to...