Parabiosis
by Penumbra

Parabiosis by Penumbra


"The mirror he wedged over the faucets is fogged, but in a water streak he can partially see her face, her eyes heavy-lidded, color in her cheeks. His dark head is above hers, his arms are crossed beneath her chin. She turns her head and idly licks a drop of bath water from his shoulder.

This isn't real, he thinks. 

This cannot possibly be happening."

 

 

Click image to read

 

 

 


Stories


Home