‘And it felt like a kiss…’
‘Do it again, Johnny,’ Annette said wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, but he had no intention of pressing his lips to hers again. ‘I can take it.’ She ripped the skirt the rest of the way off and lay on the bed.
God, he hated Norwich.
[Originally appeared in Blink|Ink 8 Noir Issue, Sep 2011]
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