Interview With a Gargoyle (2011)
“The warmth of it soothed her, and the gentle motion of the bed beneath her would have lulled her back into a contented sleep except she remembered where she was.
She sat up fast and surveyed the room while climbing out of Blake DeWitt’s bed. The half-open sliding doors of the closet across from the bed revealed a plethora of dark clothing. The oak dresser, bulky and masculine, held a few bottles of cologne, a hairbrush and a stoneware dish full of the usual detritus from any man’s pockets—spare... change, stray paper clips and balled-up receipts. The mirror above it was dusty, and the motes that clung to the glass caught the light and sparkled.
The room smelled like DeWitt, and so did she. How she could have his scent on her when they’d touched only briefly boggled her mind.
She ran a hand through her hair and bent close to the mirror to look into her own eyes. Familiar brown orbs stared back at her, a little bloodshot and puffy around the lids but definitely her own.MoreLess
She sat up fast and surveyed the room while climbing out of Blake DeWitt’s bed. The half-open sliding doors of the closet across from the bed revealed a plethora of dark clothing. The oak dresser, bulky and masculine, held a few bottles of cologne, a hairbrush and a stoneware dish full of the usual detritus from any man’s pockets—spare... change, stray paper clips and balled-up receipts. The mirror above it was dusty, and the motes that clung to the glass caught the light and sparkled.
The room smelled like DeWitt, and so did she. How she could have his scent on her when they’d touched only briefly boggled her mind.
She ran a hand through her hair and bent close to the mirror to look into her own eyes. Familiar brown orbs stared back at her, a little bloodshot and puffy around the lids but definitely her own.MoreLess
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