[story] flight delayed gratification - Jayne Renault
A sudden gust of cool air from the AC kicking back in licks at the nape of my neck, sending a chill all the way up my damp spine. It invites me to stretch my neck. I accept, drawing an unexpectedly loud pop and crack from between my brittle vertebrae. “Fuck me,” I say to myself. “Right now?” Seth pauses and leans in front of me again, unfazed by the trio of empty glasses he holds expertly in the pincer grip of one hand. “Jeez, buy a lady a drink first, why don’t you.” I flash him a smirk and raise my eyebrow.
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