Just one call
Alex and Jules keep in touch after that one night.
A long, slow drop of sweat drooled over my forehead, down to my chin, diving between my breasts. I couldn't sleep, even if my AC was trying its best to cool the room, but without any real success. Maybe, though, the real reason I kept turning around in my sheets, trying to find some relief in my semi-sleep was that I was missing your presence next to me. I surrendered. I took my phone and as I was writing, for some incred...