These Walls Talk V: My Body Sings
This time, Elodie finds herself in trouble.
“God, I need to get laid.” Mathilde almost chokes on her drink, and her eyes water. I grin. “Jesus Christ, Elodie.” “Well. I do.” Her phone rattles on the table, and she peers at it. “Fuck… I have to take this.” Around us, patrons soak up the sunshine, and their chatter blends with the bar staff's industry. I sit among them, trying to contain these unleashed carnal forces. They crawl and slither through me, hot and insist...