The metal makes a horrible, high pitched scratching sound as we yank the door open. A puff of dust escapes the edges of the frame as it moves. We are buffeted aggressively by the wind, and sunshine assaults us with...
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Our first time, Part 1
"My first time alone with you."
I cannot help but notice the way the light reflects off of your left knee, or the way your knee cap is defined as you sit on the edge of the bed. I sit to your left, close to you,...