« last of my blades at the wash bowl as I yell over my shoulder to you.|

Sorry, Mr. Rafa. I won’t be much longer. I’m just cleaning up my stuff and I’ll be out of your hair.

|| — Souls Intertwined

« dream that feel more like a memory.

Just… a dream.

When everyone is packing up to go, you let us all know that we can take a paid day off and I try to focus on wiping down my station and sanitizing my tools.

Of course Haze and Toni run out of here before I’m done and I’m just cleaning the »

« and then they wander to that dream and I swear I can feel your hands on me, touching me the way I want. I can still see the look in your eyes, so hungry for me that you can barely keep your hands off me.

But… it was just a dream. No matter the heat that flushes my skin or the remnants of the »

« on limited sleep.

Last night was… rough to say the least. I woke up panting, sweat drenched and aching for something I shouldn’t be lusting after. Every time I feel your eyes on me, it takes every bit of strength I have not to look up at you.

My clients have kept my mind busy, but every now »

« just to focus on our own schedule and you’d fit people in, but me and Toni both volunteered to help as much as we could. I have a solid clientele at this point, but I know them well enough to know where I can adjust my schedule. And, as expected, everything went as smoothly as it could have »

|Today was a busy ass day. Too busy for only having got three hours of sleep. Of course with the change of seasons, no matter whether or not the weather gets cool, comes seasonal colds that tend to wipe out the staff a few at a time. Apparently today was one of those days.

At first, you told us »