Coward Games
He walks by me daily, his hands wrapped around his morning coffee from the corporate kitchen. Slim hips in form-fitting jeans skim the fabric of my cubicle wall with a…
He walks by me daily, his hands wrapped around his morning coffee from the corporate kitchen. Slim hips in form-fitting jeans skim the fabric of my cubicle wall with a…
We met in grad school, chatting about nothing until it was about something. Quickly he settled into a place in my life, made it warm when it had been cold.…