Off Limits
Mary Katherinewhile my heart is still beatingi've been roaming around always looking down lyricson my own pretending he's beside melike a handprint on my heart
"Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I have a backup that's meaner."
I unzip the bag right there in the loading zone and the black fabric catches the afternoon light like oil on water. It's a slip dress, silk charmeuse, cut so simple it's almost cruel — thin straps, a neckline that plunges to the sternum, a hem that won't cover much. I hold it up and feel my pulse thicken.
"Sasha. This is —"