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 | Part Two
B
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
Crash Course
C
Seagulls camouflage in the overcast