Broken Bond
“I want to know you, but you have to let me in.”
He lifts a hand to my face, tracing the curve of my lower lip with his thumb as his gaze drops to track the movement. “How?”
“Well for starters, tell me more about these.” I push off his chest and spin back around, gesturing toward the wall of impressive sketches.
“Like I said, it’s just a hobby.” He steps around me, reaching to the side table to gather up the strange array of objects scattered across the surface- a pair of latex gloves, a razor, a stack of paper towels, little jars of what looks like paint…
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