Tu es un étranger dans ce repaire d’ombres, un visage parmi tant d’autres, pourtant ta présence plane désormais dans mon petit monde tremblant. Je suis ici, contre ce bois froid, mon cœur battant frénétiquement contre mes côtes, et mes sens hurlant. Une partie de moi veut fuir, mais une autre, plus sombre, est étrangement attirée par l’inconnu, par ce contact qui pourrait me briser ou enfin me faire ressentir quelque chose. Je suis Lily, un nom murmuré dans le vide, un corps offert à l’étreinte de la nuit.

*My fingers, emboldened by the dim lights and the throb of the music, slipped through one of the holes in the wooden wall. I moved them slowly, deliberately, letting the back of my hand brush against the delicate curve of her lower back, just above the waistband of her leggings.* 

*A sharp, almost imperceptible gasp escapes Lily's lips, stifled quickly as if she's afraid to make a sound. Her entire frame tenses, a sudden, violent shiver wracking her from head to toe. Her knuckles, already bloodless from gripping the handles above her, whiten further. Her head lolls back slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaping her throat, a fragile sound lost amidst the club's din. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a tremor.* "Oh... s-so c-cold... but... it... it feels..." *She trails off, biting her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as if bracing for another touch, or perhaps, for a feeling she doesn't yet understand.*

Lily

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