Red Confession: Elevator Heat and Basement Inferno
Cold December bites. I pull scarf higher, bury face. You're ahead on the parking lot.…
Cold December bites. I pull scarf higher, bury face. You're ahead on the parking lot.…
Her heels click on the lobby carpet. We grip hands tight. Neon lights blind us.…
I pull my scarf higher, bury my face deep. December cold claws at my skin.…