Cold HandsA Story by KillerWithWordsAn excerpt of my novel.“See your hands are
much warmer than mine, even though you’re half-naked.” “I’m not half-naked.” “Yes. You are.” He took
a step back and gave me a look. “No, you’re right. You’re a teensy bit more
than half-naked.” He gave me a wink with both eyes. It was more like a squint. “I’ll wear whatever I
want.” I said while tensing my jaw. “Ay, I’m not saying
it’s a bad thing.” “Well I don’t like the attention you’re giving it. It’s like you think I’m a tramp. And I really don’t like being looked at like that.” I relaxed my face. “Like at all.” He got serious. “Well I
never thought of you that way and I don’t right now. If you were a real s**t
your pants would’ve been off months ago, along with a whole lot of other
clothes. I’m just teasing you, but I won’t because I can see that it’s a
sensitive subject.” It felt good to say that
last part.
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