Sunshine Soil 소설 & 이야기

Or the memory of footprints in the sand. Sunday brunch with Sarah. She chattered about her week. I smiled. Nodded. Pretended my ass wasn’t still tender from her boyfriend's touches, my skin still tingling from moonlight and risk. She hugged me goodbye. “You seem… happy lately. All glowing. What’s the secret?” I laughed. Light. Guilty. “Just living a little,” I said. She grinned. “Love that for you.” Me too. More than she’d ever know.

"And why not? Are you trying to say that I'll be a distraction?" "Exactly, Sunshine. Who would want to work when there's someone like you in the room? You should know better. If you were my assistant, I'd never get any work done because I'd be too busy staring at you. I mean, have you looked at yourself? You're an angel, darling. You are irresistibly beautiful, and everything about you is amazing. Sunshine, you're an eye candy, to say the least." "Thanks for the compliments, Mr. Zach. I must confess that they make me feel so good about myself."