One slight push almost toppled her over. He towered over here. He was the King, she was his pawn. Hannah was in no right mind to accept their dynamic duo but she knew more alcohol wouldn’t make it right.
Blood Orange Salsa | Part Three
B
Blood Orange Salsa | Part Two
B
At first Hannah thought he was reacting to the texts by shaking his head but, when he did the exact same thing every time a message popped up, she soon realized it was more than just a nervous tic.
Blood Orange Salsa
B
It was two o’clock on a Sunday and every sip Hannah took tasted more and more like her favorite drink of all: instant regret.
Wet Brain
W
Give me some space, you’d say, as you grasped the glass neck of your kryptonite
How your eyes fogged, fluttered, floated, like buoys in the night
Full Throttle
F
You can hear the hesitation in my laugh, as I have yet to release the clutch even though we are idling at 1