You Are Mine

You Are Mine

Stella

I could feel his eyes on me. I wasn't sure where he was sitting,

or what he even looked like, but I could feel his eyes on me. It was

like he was staring straight into my soul, trying to figure me out.

My black dress rose up against my thighs as I sat there, imagining

all the erotic scenarios that I would kill to be in the middle of right

now. I shuffle in my seat as I took a sip of my drink, the glass now

empty as I twirl the straw in between my fingers.

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