when i turn my attention to sheila, my face twists into one of disgust. it contorts even further when i observe charlemagne's complexion— a one drowned in:
bliss
and
ecstasy.
the warm embrace between them had turned into something more intense, something s e n s u a l . explicit.
they disappear behind the closed doors.
this was exactly what i meant by ' precocious s e n s u a l i t y '.
i just hadn't expected it from my best friend of four years. elizabeth, yes, but not s h e i l a .
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unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung