They had been driving for hours. The arid landscape, unchanged for miles, quivered with the heat of the day. She could feel the prickles...

We are standing, not touching, but so close I can feel the heat from your skin on my cheek. We are silent, but I can hear you are...

It’s morning. A bed in a room by the ocean. The sun is pushing through the slats in the blind.  I wake up.  The covers are pushed aside. ...

You are standing, hard, and desperate for me. I’m on my knees, panting. The heat rushing through my whole body. My mind is begging for...