I Was Writing for Her When She Called Me at Dawn
The keys were rattling under my fingers when the phone rang. I knew her voice before she said my name, and I realized that night wouldn’t end alone.
Valentina Ferrer
Stories by Valentina Ferrer, page 3
What Happened in the Car After Our First Date
Still tasting her skin on my lips, I knew that night in the car would change everything I thought I knew about desire.
What Happened with My Professor in the Library
On Monday he only realized that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. On Friday he gave me the library key and summoned me for six.