The Adventures Of Holly White And The Incredible Sex Machine (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Same half-crooked smile, same intent stare that made it seem that he could see right through her shirt. Michael tilted his head and looked down at her bare feet, up a little to her tight, childish pleated shirt, tan coloured, a little too short. She smoothed it down over her hips. In the daylight he seemed less enigmatic. She could see that his skin was not luminous. His eyes squinted in the harsh light streaming through the kitchen window. There were darkened creases under them as if he were hung over, even though it was clear he had just come from work. He leaned against the kitchen bench and sipped black coffee and when she tried to reach the refrigerator he didn’t move aside and she was forced to step around him, uncomfortably close. He smelled elusively of spices—cinnamon, cloves—and beneath this a rich wild trufflish musk like the den of a fox. He slipped his hand into the bag dangling from her shoulder and plucked out her book.
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