when they embraced
she could tell he had been smoking and had a shit-eating grin.
her legs were still reeling from the sexual encounter, and she was uncomfortable in the small space of his vanity.
he smelled like cigarettes and sex, and he pinched her a few times at the knuckle to remind her to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
