Four Trustees, Their Grieving Intern (Keep It Quiet)
He steps in behind me, close enough that I feel the heat off his chest.
He smells like chalk and coffee. My ears go hot.
Abel
Breathe. You push the grout. You don't stab it.
End of Chapter 4
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveHe steps in behind me, close enough that I feel the heat off his chest.
He smells like chalk and coffee. My ears go hot.
Breathe. You push the grout. You don't stab it.
End of Chapter 4
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