The Seat Filler

by Sariah Wilson

“Having worked with so many doors in my profession, I can tell you this—that’s the thing about doors. Once you close them, they’re designed to be opened again.”

It wasn’t fear that was flooding through me. It was fiery want. I wanted his touch, his mouth on me, the little trails of fire that followed his lips everywhere they went.

“I hate when you go. It’s the worst part of my day.”