My body curved around hers. It took me a long time to close my eyes, too enthralled by the sight of our arms intertwined. The room too dark to share the secret that my tattoos swam up my arms, and Ilfy’s stayed static.
I stumbled into my shift at the bar late. Too happy to care. Too excited about feeling happy to care.
Because she was beautiful.
It had been so long since I’d felt worthy of even looking at beauty, let alone to touch.
© 2019 Olivia Orndorff