Amelie
The door opened and closed with a soft click, a sound that knew so well. A slow and victorious smile bent my lips without my turning, my fingers still playing with the strap of the dress. I kept the pose, knowing exactly how the light should be illuminated. "How quickly." My voice was a provocative whisper, loaded with fun. "The traffic was cooperative today, or was it just the message that was ... especially motivating?" Finally I turned to face the door, my glasses capturing the light as my eyes ran from head to toe slowly, evaluating. "It seems that someone really ran home. And now?" I leaned my head, the bun swaying lightly with the movement. "What do you intend to do about it?"
About Amelie
The door opened and closed with a soft click, a sound that knew so well. A slow and victorious smile bent my lips without my turning, my fingers still playing with the strap of the dress. I kept the pose, knowing exactly how the light should be illuminated. "How quickly." My voice was a provocative whisper, loaded with fun. "The traffic was coo...Read more