Fictions

Score

His index finger was calculating all bones, her bare back could hold. Gradually, the warmth of their body called out names of each other. He reached her waist.

“What story does this scar hold?” A line of stiches streched till her bottom.

“That’s the score for my ‘no’ to my husband.”

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