The crisp February air skimmed through the crack of her window because the heat was stuck on full blast in her old beater. Have to get that fixed soon. She parallel parked into the last miniscule spot, on the slushy light-lined street and pulled the e-brake. She let out a ...
Keira answered the phone as she put the groceries away. “Hi angel. What are you doing?” His voice sensually soothed her. She was tense from a long day of the normal, hum drum routine. “Boring stuff. Putting groceries away.” She smiled. He was like a...