Shadow
Bridget Sweeney
The brush wound slowly down through her caramel hair. She looked into her reflection and saw tension crackling in her pupils. One fingernail touched the golden heart hanging between her breasts. He passed in front of the window, throwing a long shadow across her pale shoulder. His fingers pulled her hair up into a loosely twisted handful, his lips pressing the strands. The shudder rippled down her spine as she turned.
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