Day In
Streams of mellow light splay over so slow through the blinds one could catch it, keep it in a jar, and watch it flicker.Streams of mellow light splay over so slow through the blinds one could catch it, keep it in a jar, and watch it flicker. His hands follow the cool noon as it runs along her body—molds it into her skin with only the heat of his fingertips and his candor....