Smooth Hands & Gritty Memories

Little pieces of this story have come up now and then. It’s a much bigger story than what I’ve shown here. How do you wrap your head around something/one that fucked with your head?

It was in the way he said my name. Long and breathy, thick. There was more to it than his murky Russian accent. He used the nickname that so few use. I loved hearing my name halt on his tongue and linger for a split second before returning to broken English.

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