A Late Night Call
Late night stranger
The clock blinked 2:17 a.m., and I was nowhere close to falling asleep. At 23, I didn’t have anyone to keep me company tonight, just me sprawled out on my bed in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else, feeling the cool sheets under my bare thighs. The silence of the house wrapped around me, and I let out a sigh, my fingers trailing absentmindedly over the hem of my shirt, pulling it down to cover the smooth skin of my legs...
