Written by Jacob Ibrag
She tip toed out the door as the sun
bled into the bedroom. Mistakes are for
weak skinned, this was a fated bump in.
A reminder, ‘he wants more than I can
give him.’ Complicated. Staring at the
elevator button, biting her lower lip. She
wanted nothing more than to inhale his
morning odor. Disgustingly addicted.
Numbing ambidextrous logic.
Photography by Anthony Dall’Agnol