Light. Smoke. Murmur. Glasses tinkling. Distance.
Our gazes meet in the mirror.
Over somebody`s shoulder she follows my gaze sliding down her back in open back dress and slowly moves her naked leg through dress slit as if she was checking out her heel.
I remove sugar crystals from glass rim with my finger and put the finger in my mouth, licking them off.
Her pupils dilate.
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