Warm Air & Zoom Slip
Warm Air By AlexisVane. The hallway smelled like eucalyptus and old coffee grounds — the kind of scent that stuck to tile floors and past relationships. He stood outside her apartment door, shifting his weight, one hand clutching the canvas bag she’d told him to bring. The door clicked open. — Hey, she said flatly. Not cold, but not welcoming. She looked the same — maybe better. Dark green tank top, no bra, joggers low on her
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