I fumbled for my keys, the slow burn of my temper making my hands shake. She slides her key card into the slot, but before she can open the door, I snatch her hand away. She could hear a dozen different resonances, each one calling to her soul. The action stretched his shirt taut over his chest and pulled it against his shoulders. Funny I hadn't noticed that before.
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Excerpt from In One Person
He glanced at it and back to my face. The inky night pressed in thickly. One whole minute early, I walk to my tiny kitchenette, take a deep breath, and unlock the door. His gaze moved from my mouth back to my eyes several times, studying me, watching my reaction. When I looked back up it was to catch him looking at me. Until the rest of his words sank in.
Excerpt from In One Person – John Irving
You couldn't even distinguish the whiteness of his teeth amid the wash of blood. Just never heard anyone but my grandmother say it. Are you always so bossy? He flicked the napkin in my direction. He strokes my face with his long, guitar-playing fingers. Her skin pricked into goose bumps, and something hot and juicy surged through her blood and made her pussy throb.
Ecstasy once more began racing through her, rising in her flesh and flooding her veins. Assuming he comes here at all, I remind myself. I tried to focus on the screen of my phone and look casual standing there. Like the rumbling from the belly of a beast. After all, my phone number could be wadded up in a trash can right now.