She cleared her throat. So much for the upper hand in conversation. What was the heat creeping up her throat? Certainly not embarrassment. She hadn’t been embarrassed by sex a day in her life. And as for witty retorts, her mind had gone blank. Fuck.
“Well. At least you’re right about that,” she said.
The back of the Golden Nugget became visible as a black shape outlined against the lights in its parking lot. She tucked her thumbs into the hip pockets of her jeans as they stepped onto the blacktop, still in shadow.
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on 2013-09-14 01:14 am (UTC)Then thought to herself, holy hell.
She cleared her throat. So much for the upper hand in conversation. What was the heat creeping up her throat? Certainly not embarrassment. She hadn’t been embarrassed by sex a day in her life. And as for witty retorts, her mind had gone blank. Fuck.
“Well. At least you’re right about that,” she said.
The back of the Golden Nugget became visible as a black shape outlined against the lights in its parking lot. She tucked her thumbs into the hip pockets of her jeans as they stepped onto the blacktop, still in shadow.