On the Cusp - Chpt. 1: False Start

_Soft skin against silky sheets. Warm air blowing gently overhead from the whirring fan in the corner of the room. The near constant, comforting sound of late-night traffic buzzing along eleven stories below._ _A calloused finger traced lightly up and...

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