All of the Above: A Countersink Scene

“Sorry for asking—“ My heart sped. Pupils dilating, stomach in knots, the whole shebang. “Sorry for asking” was never a good start to a sentence. And she was hesitating. Also not good. I wished she’d hurry up and finish her question, so I could decide which lie to tell her. “—but, well, you’re a guy,... Continue Reading →

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