Her drowsy voice would drift
off at the end of a sentence, just enough to take his breath away and leave him
straining to hear more.
Long, deep drag off her
cigarette. Only much, much slower and she wouldn't look away.
First, push (gently). Go ahead..
Easy, huh?
(just let it roll, in the background as you read)
That’s supposed to be
dirty.
I’m not supposed to
want this.
But I do.
And I don’t care.
“Hey, she's
messed up. Why are you even with her…is it because she’s nice to you?”
For a while, even that
didn’t bother him.
