I Will Keep Your Secrets In The Palm Of My Hand
A breeze. G. 100 words.
Shane, Jenny.

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You imagine she would taste like dark coffee and secrets.

"What do you think?" She asks and grins. The wind is cool and it gently brushes the bangs from her face. You think about the way the sun brightens her teeth and turns her skin warm and smooth. You curl your fingers in her shirt, thinking almost; thinking, I need you.

But when the wind changes, there are bruises under her eyes and she’s looking at the road behind you, blinking away the sun (blinking away you).

You smile with your mouth and tell her what she wants to hear.

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