Inside the Erotic Writer
The Woman in the Floral Romper
Her entire body vibrated.
Meghan pulled the phone away from her ear. She had been pacing Bedford Avenue for fifteen minutes talking to her just about ex, Carlos. Gradually the phone floated away from her ear as his words became less and less meaningful to her.
“Meghan! Meghan!”
She hung up the phone and turned it on airplane mode. His stupid call was just what she needed to get her to where she was going. The store that she walked into was one she frequented and that was where she met Joan.
She wore the romper she wore the first time they met — not knowing if he would even remember! Even the same panties — which he would not know, but today he might?
“Meg!” She turned around and he was right behind her. He was so close she could feel his heat, but they did not touch.
“Joan…”
Her entire body vibrated.
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