She’s so quick to invade my space, I don’t expect it. There’s no time to sidestep or bark at her either, so I just stand there, frozen, as she closes her eyes and places her hand on my chest. Now I’m not breathing at all. Every muscle in my stomach tenses. It’ll take only one, two, three seconds until the heat of her palm soaks through my T-Shirt. I knew it’d get under my skin too; she already lives there. It poisons my nervous system and works its way south, stirring up shit it shouldn’t.
